It has been a few months now since I received my first lesson. And my second lesson came earlier this week.
The first lesson came unexpectedly.
I was sitting in the front seat of my car driving while my eight-year-old grandson Tyler sat in the back with his three-year-old little sister.
His little sister is horribly afraid of bugs. It doesn’t matter how big or little they are or if they fly or crawl. She is utterly terrified.
On this particular day, we were on our way to my house after picking him up from school. As I am driving, a tiny speck of a bug lands on the outside of the window that is next to my granddaughter. She starts freaking out. The fear in her voice is apparent as she starts commanding me to do what she feels I need to do.
Her brother and I both speak in a reassuring voice and tell her she is safe and that the bug is outside and that it cannot hurt her.
That did not do anything to help her. She was lost in the fear.
We continued to attempt to comfort her telling her we are almost there and anything else we could think of.
Still no help.
At this time I start to hear an old M.I.N.D in my head that is in direct conflict to the comfort we are offering. The old voices I heard in my childhood, invalidating the fear and demanding it to simply stop.
As I am working inside my head to not let those invalidating feelings come out my mouth
my eight-year-old grandson
taught me the biggest lesson in compassion.
He reaches over and grabs his sister’s hand and tells her that he is there with her and will hold her hand all the way home.
That calmed her.
That enduring compassion amazed me and still brings me to tears.
I want to be more like him.
That is the day I first recognized my eight-year-old mentor.
My next lesson was earlier this week. We spent two days at the Armada Fair where Tyler shows horses.
We spent two days at the Armada Fair where Tyler shows horses.
Similar to his first year, when he was just six – there was rain.
The first day we had good weather but the second day it rained half of the day. Sometimes pouring, sometimes misting only to start pouring again.
Rain does not stop the fair.
Rain did not stop my grandson either. It did not even deter him in the least.
They picked me up at 7:30 am and we drove to the fairgrounds in the rain and walked to the barn in the rain.
As the morning went on Tyler’s love and dedication to this became glaringly evident as he showed his horse in the rain, took the wheelbarrow of horse manure to where it needed to be dumped in the rain.
It isn’t even just that he stood in the rain in his shirt and jeans without any rain protection.
The biggest thing to me was that during this entire time he did not utter one complaint about the rain or the hard work he had to do the rain.
I want to be more like him.
He is my eight-year-old mentor.
I tweeted this that night:
Tyler is eight.
He is a normal eight-year-old that gets silly and distracted and all those other childish eight-year-old things.
But he has a heart of gold and good character in him that is worth recognizing. Celebrating!
People need to hear about the extraordinary kids that DO exist in our world today.
I have two other grandchildren who are becoming amazing humans also.
…And a little child shall lead them.
Isaiah 11:6 NKJV
Who do you have in YOUR life that you can champion?
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