by 27th January 2020
12.57pm
Through the open space in the door of my office I saw two of my children talking. By gift, their conversation floated towards my ears. By training, I watched out for body signs. It didn’t take long before I saw one of them whom I have taught for so long dropped his shoulders in disappointment at what he’d just heard his friend say.
Adults in this situation would have flared up. Maybe. But after his shoulders dropped he went quiet and still as if processing those words he heard takes some high level of stillness.
Slowly I saw those should ride again. I don’t think this is because he’d accepted what he’d heard but this is the path the words he’s about to say would take. It’s from the deeps within him. From a place where positive words have been stored. An abyss. His mind sought for solace in that place and when the words formed and had taken root, it shot out power and vigour and strength that his shoulders had to rise!
This is one powerful moment in a child’s life I wish I see more often. I wish that I have the words to convey this moment.
Never stop encouraging that child.
Maybe someday, like me, you will be alive to see what you’ve done for years finally soar within the minutes you thought all of those teachings had been for nought.
Maybe some day. Till then. Never stop.
Never stop encouraging that child.
Maybe someday, like me, you will be alive to see what you’ve done for years finally soar within the minutes you thought all of those teachings had been for nought.