March
2007
Children Crying
So I’m at Costco yesterday buying bulk tampons and milk, when I heard a kid crying his heart out. I stopped what I was doing to watch him run by me and I thought to myself, that’s awesome. Something didn’t go his way, so he cries and is immediately over the whole thing within minutes. He’s not repressing it, he’s not holding a grudge for the rest of his life, he just let the baggage go and moved on. That is what is so wonderful about children, they express themselves perfectly. But as they get older they are told not to cry in public, or wherever, and so they begin the process of supression or repression or whatever you want to call it. In otherwords, they have baggage. Soon the baggage grows so big they can’t move forward anymore, kinda like Meredith’s post about “The Journey“.
So why is it common practice for us to shush kids when they want to express themselves? Maybe people care more about how they look, then how they or others feel? I don’t have the answer. Most people tend to think when a kid is crying something is wrong, but it’s part of a process most of us forgot. But it’s funny, my wife noticed the little kid too and she was 30 feet away from me sitting down. She brought it up to me how wonderful it was to see him cry and I said to her, that’s funny, because this moment has inspired me to write a post. And here I am…
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kids are awesome. they have so much to teach us. they are just pure spirit, and wonderful And REAL. and quite frankly, most days I would prefer to spend in the company of kids who are 100% real, than adults who pretend to be something they are not.
Happy Thursday morning, Greg. Very wise observation. Children ar so good at living in the present. What a gift it would be for us as adults to relearn that !
Greg,
Very good observation. Yes, we adults do much damage and we supress the soul of a child. We then grow up and spend the rest of our lifes searching for the “inner child”, for that is who we really are.