My mother stopped by to visit with us today. While we were talking, my little boy walked over to me and handed me his Halloween costume. As I accepted it, I said in that sweet-but-condescending-tone-that adults-use-on-children-they-love, "oooohhhh, yes you're going to be Tigger for Halloween." Then, I turned to my mother and said, "look Grandma, he's going to be a little tiger."
My son gently tugged the costume from my hands and deposited it on the floor. Then, he stepped on top of it and stood there patiently waiting for the costume to magically *pop* onto his little baby body. (I guess my little guy believes that things manifest because we wish them to be.) It was sooooooo cute!
Because it wasn't working, he looked down at the costume, then walked off of it. Convinced in the clothing's ability to jump onto his body, he picked it up again, repositioned it on the floor, and stepped onto the orange fabric for another try.
At this point, I assisted him into his Halloween garb. When he was finally zipped into his Tigger attire, he smiled a big smile at us. He knew he was in special clothes. Gleefully he pranced in his best tiger way as we laughed happily.
And I started thinking, "Someday he's going to be disappointed. Someday he's going to realize that clothes don't do that."
I believe in miracles and that 'magical' wonderful things happen every day, but I don't believe that clothes magically *pop* onto our bodies or that we can take on any physical form we wish at a moment's notice. My son does. He believes. He knows it is possible. Why shouldn't I BELIEVE and KNOW too?
How sad that I have convinced myself of this illusion (and many other illusions). I want to be part of my son's reality. It's more fun.
More importantly, I don't want him to feel limitation by the so-called "rules" of this physical universe. I imagine that every parent at some point along the way doesn't want their child to experience something, such as pain, loss, gravity (ouch!), fear, hunger, illness, and despair. But I'm going one step further, I don't want him to accept the false illusions and limits that exist in my mind and people's minds. I want him to be whoever and whatever he wants to BE.
How can I help him to continue to experience his Truth? I don't know. Yet. When I figure this out, maybe I'll let you know. But I think I'll start with helping myself to experience the Truth as he knows it.
My son gently tugged the costume from my hands and deposited it on the floor. Then, he stepped on top of it and stood there patiently waiting for the costume to magically *pop* onto his little baby body. (I guess my little guy believes that things manifest because we wish them to be.) It was sooooooo cute!
Because it wasn't working, he looked down at the costume, then walked off of it. Convinced in the clothing's ability to jump onto his body, he picked it up again, repositioned it on the floor, and stepped onto the orange fabric for another try.
At this point, I assisted him into his Halloween garb. When he was finally zipped into his Tigger attire, he smiled a big smile at us. He knew he was in special clothes. Gleefully he pranced in his best tiger way as we laughed happily.
And I started thinking, "Someday he's going to be disappointed. Someday he's going to realize that clothes don't do that."
I believe in miracles and that 'magical' wonderful things happen every day, but I don't believe that clothes magically *pop* onto our bodies or that we can take on any physical form we wish at a moment's notice. My son does. He believes. He knows it is possible. Why shouldn't I BELIEVE and KNOW too?
How sad that I have convinced myself of this illusion (and many other illusions). I want to be part of my son's reality. It's more fun.
More importantly, I don't want him to feel limitation by the so-called "rules" of this physical universe. I imagine that every parent at some point along the way doesn't want their child to experience something, such as pain, loss, gravity (ouch!), fear, hunger, illness, and despair. But I'm going one step further, I don't want him to accept the false illusions and limits that exist in my mind and people's minds. I want him to be whoever and whatever he wants to BE.
How can I help him to continue to experience his Truth? I don't know. Yet. When I figure this out, maybe I'll let you know. But I think I'll start with helping myself to experience the Truth as he knows it.
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