Once upon a time a three-year-old boy sat in a church. At the front of the cavernous space, far away from him, an adult voice yammered on. The boy squirmed. Squiggled. Stretched out on the floor.
To entertain him, a woman handed him an activity sheet. It had a maze printed on it, full of dead ends and clever diversions.
Happy to have any distraction, the boy sat up and began to trace the path with a finger. He made his way through the maze with delightful disregard for the lines. After blowing through any twists and turns that might have blocked his progress, his finger reached the end.
He raised his arms in victory. “I did it!”
“Yes, you did,” the woman affirmed.
Why tell him that crossing lines isn’t always that easy?
Why burden him with the idea that some lines are best left uncrossed, and sometimes it’s hard to figure out which ones.
Better to send him out into the world excited about obliterating barriers blocking his path. Better to equip him to cross the many lines that need to be crossed.
And, far away from him, the adult yammered on.
Morning. With curiosity and perseverance, a person can go a long way.
And have a lot of fun while they’re at it!
Cute story. So true, if we didn’t know there were barriers we might just go right over them. Oh to be a kid again!
Blissful disregard for obstacles others tried to put in the way. If only I could have that myself!
My thought: Sometimes we make things so hard. The child here chides me to keep it simple. Crossed lines? You betcha!
Right? I guess we have to look at the lines that people establish and ask ourselves, “Is it best for me to stop there, or go around? Or can I decide to forge ahead?”