I stole this title from another blog. 😏
Do you remember what it was like to be a child? I think some of us have gone so long in this world, we forget sometimes.
I remember feeling content to lie in a field dreaming of clouds.
I remember believing friendships would last forever.
There were days I felt pain, but it was such a minor distraction compared to the prospect of adventure.
Fear didn’t hold me back for long, because I dared to be bold.
I remember having energy for days.
There wasn’t so much worry about wanting or having. Sure, I was greedy like every child, but those were little distractions in the midst of all the fun we gained just breathing and living.
I wasn’t as strong back then.
I believed a lot of lies.
And fell for a lot of mean jokes.
But at least I still saw the potential in others.
My mom was my rock (she still is. Her truth is unwavering.)
Looking back, I feel I haven’t changed at all. Every day there’s a child inside me desiring to stand out, feel special, be brave, and believe in fairies. I still have a knack for putting off chores. I daydream more than most. I can forgive, but I’m terrible at forgetting.
I look back and realize children are just small adults with small perceptions of the world. Sometimes they get it right, and sometimes they get it wrong. The difference between a child and an adult is the child has an adult coaxing them to forgive and grant second chances.
But then again, adults have that too, don’t they? So really, we’re not that different from our younger selves.
Give a little grace along the road.
This has been,
Fanny T. Crispin
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