Sometimes as I watch my energetic toddler, I can’t help but think about his unique start to life. You see, if you’re new to my blog, my son was born at 32 weeks out of the blue. I had no warning signs, or well didn’t know that not being able to walk for a week was a warning sign, and boom, he came into this world in quite the rush. I know I’ll never know “why” that happened, but sometimes I can’t help but think I do know why.
I half joke, but I’m also half serious, that if my daughter is born full term, I think my son was born early because that is just his personality. I mean, legit, he’s non-stop. But not just in the normal toddler energetic ways, he is one of those children that cannot be confined. From the beginning he HATED the car seat, and being buckled tightly into pretty much anything. But when he learned how to crawl, and then walk, wow, just wow. I’ve never seen someone more happy.
To this day, no toy or item can make my son happier then him just being free. He’s seriously at his happiest in a wide open field, or running laps around my house. Smart boy right? But not just smart, quite the teacher.
Watching my son get so much joy to his soul from merely just being free, makes me think about my own life. That’s the beauty in raising children you see, we get to experience life through their eyes, and the most intimate and raw moments usually mean the most. Watching his smile and hearing him giggle as he toddles around with nothing bearing him down, makes me yearn for that too.
As an adult, as a mother, as a wife, a lot weighs me down daily. There’s the normal chains of society’s stress, parenthood, money, the list goes on and on. Watching my son, I’m envious of his innocence and pure joy in the most simple factor of his life, he is free. To be free, something I didn’t even know I was lacking, until quite recently. Yes in the broadest sense of the word I am “free”, this is a “free” country, and I make my own decisions every single day, but that’s not everything. I think that for quite some time, some of my decisions have been making me feel trapped instead of free, and it’s time to run wild and giggle like my son.
To be free. So simple, yet so difficult to attain. But at the end of the day, we are all capable of lifting the chains that bind us and hold us down. We make conscious decisions on where to steer the reigns that hold us from our destiny, or allow us to climb our own unique journey’s paths. Easier said then done, but life is way too short to be pulled down to where we are suffocating in our own choices. Only you can take the steps needed to spread your wings and let your soul fly free. I’m so close to flying mine again I can taste it, and I have my son to thank for reminding me to do so.
“While we try to teach children all about life, our children teach us what life is all about”
Namaste, and Rock On!