On our drive home one night, we passed a USPS truck on a flatbed at a gas station. What ensued were a series of thoughts and questions that were truly enlightening.
“USPS really needs to upgrade their trucks. I’m surprised we don’t see more of those trucks broken down at the side of the road.”
That was me mumbling those thoughts in my head. Look at me and my lackluster analysis of a situation and judgmental opinion. All from one quick situational snapshot of an event. Bold statements from the safety and comfort of my head space. What a somebody I turned out to be.
But then our youngest daughter threw this game changer and life saver of a question.
“Where’s the mailman?”
First thought, what?!
Second thought, none. I was trying to hold back my laughter so as not to offend her cuteness.
Then I asked what she meant. And that was when she humbled me in her response,
“Is he okay? I hope he’s not in that truck still.”
Children are precious, not from innocence. They know more and are still holding on to more of what we all slowly lose through all the years of growing and “learning”.
Children are precious for their pure intentions and genuine concerns.
Big talk of authenticity, kindness, and love coming from me isn’t worth a dull crooked penny if I can’t be concerned about others first in ANY situation.
Thanks for the reminder and the save there kiddo! You’re right, let’s hope the mailman is fine.
John Cruz writes... 