Earlier this week, my 8-year-old son and I had a compelling conversation. It went something like this.
boy: i don't get it mom.
mom: what don't you get?
mom: yes, but you are you.
boy: but, i could have been anyone.
mom: do you want to be someone else?
boy: i don't know. how do i know?
mom: i guess you don't have a choice. you just have to be you.
boy: i still don't get it. i don't get life.
mom: many people don't get it. and that's okay. the "not getting it" is part of "it", it's part of life.
The conversation stalled out after that. We sat quietly for a while. He still thinking about his overwhelming question. And, I, wondering how this question even came into his beautifully curious mind. I also began to think about all the things I "should have" or "could have" said. Then I stopped. It wasn't worth the worry. The conversation was over. I said less than I could have said, but in this case, less was enough.
Sometimes, less is enough. Sometimes less allows you to slow down and enjoy the little things.
Enjoy the journey. Bee Well.