HOW TO GROW FROM A TODDLER TO A BOY RUNNING FREE: I know things. I know how to get places. I know how to figure things out for myself. They thought I was just amusing myself when I was catching grasshoppers in the meadow. They thought that I was clever when I learned how to find crawdads under the rocks in the shallow waters of the South Fork. They told me that I was just wasting my time trying to teach a June Bug to fly with a string tied to its leg. They told me that fireflies had hot fire in their tails. But I touched them and they didnt. They told me not to go across the creek unless there was someone there to show me how to find the stepping stones. But they didnt know that I had placed my own stepping stones. I could run barefoot across the stones. When I made my first sling shot or bean flip, they told to be careful not to put out someones eye. I was told that my new hand-me-down knife that papa gave me was too sharp to play with. I was told not to shoot my bean flip at wasp nests because the wasps would chase me and sting me and make me cry. They would have been surprised at how good I got at shooting at birds with my bean flip while they perched on the limb of a tree. Yet I never killed one. I found more four leaf clovers than anyone else in the clover patch in the pasture. I made the best mud slides after a good summer rain and only broke my arm once doing that. I was told that I was too lazy to amount to anything by my siblings, since all I ever wanted to do was play. I wasnt playing, I was serious. I was learning about life and my surroundings. I figured out stuff without being taught. I knew that they loved me unconditionally. Often they were unduly afraid that I was perhaps, a little too bold, and sometimes they seemed to be concerned about my safety. But, I was exactly like all the other boys in Hopper Valley. We learned about life by staying connected to creation. We made up our own adventures in our own heads. No one can teach a toddler to become an adventurous, creative boy. Only a spiritual calling from within a kid to grow and learn, can inspire a soul to lead himself out of the dependance of a toddler into an early form of independence, one of not having to be entertained or told how to think or how to live each moment in trust, faith and complete happiness. I wasnt playing at all back in those days. I was in the continual act of becoming. I, like my friends, was that kind of boy. I was trusting of my creator at an early age, without knowing fully who my creator was. All I knew was that he had placed me in a world of peace and beauty and challenges and that I was being looked after. At my age of today, I am trying to become that innocent boy once more.....I have learned that we still have a lot in common.....
Posted on: Tue, 02 Dec 2014 04:34:43 +0000
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