I wrote this post 12 years ago. It showed up out of the blue this evening and I wanted to share. My boy was almost 3 at the time. He is big now, but I still wonder the same thing.
Now to the post:
I have to wonder what he is thinking when I walk in the door and he spots me from across the room. He smiles and let out a squeal and rushes over to me. He makes coming home extra special.
There are times when I look down at him though, and I wonder if he ever feels small. Like he is a little person in a big person’s world. I know he doesn’t feel that way all the time, but when he is tired and when he doesn’t feel good, I am sure he does. For some reason, I think he is ok with it. He knows his mom and dad love him and want to take care of him.
He reaches up his arms and sticks out his lip and lets out a cry, but moments later when I’m (or his mom is) holding him close everything is ok. The bad is gone and the world is made right again.
The question I have is this: do we ever outgrow this? I am not sure we do. We all have times where we are going to feel small and we need someone stronger, and more able to lift us up where everything is ok. That is why it is essential to have friends and family around who will walk with you through this life.
Just like my son can’t stay up and going all the time, neither can any of the rest of us. This life was not meant to be lived alone. We need each other. When I have had time to be with the ones that uplift me, my problems don’t seem as big anymore. I don’t feel so small.
Do you have people you can go to when you are overwhelmed? Just being with them makes a world of difference doesn’t it?