In the past few weeks I have been so misunderstood. I am not one of those people that went through my adolescence feeling like no one understood me. But lately, I feel like I am trying to catch up to the big kids, tripping on my untied shoelaces. “Wait. No, wait up. I’m trying to say something. Waaait. Please, just hold a on a second. Please.” But people just keep on walking, not wanting to hear. They see I tripped and fell, and have chosen to walk on by.
If only we could see what truly was in each others hearts. What the true intention of each and every person is. I think once in a while we would be saddened to know that people have ill intentions, but overall, warmed that others have our best interest at stake.
Words have always come easy for me. But I am learning that what these words are saying, are not always what I am saying. Many times in my life I have “heard” something, but chosen to “listen” to what I wanted. We are each responsible for how we internalize what we hear. I think, for me, new light has been shed on the statement, “look for them best in everyone.”
Obviously, the author learns the most from their writing.
In all of this confusion, I love feeling the simplicity of a three year old. Today, Ruby and I laid on her Cinderella pillow, and under her quilt I made for her when she was born. She covered our heads and said, “Let’s talk ‘bout HeeHaw farm, mom. That big pig was stinky. P.U.” “Yes he was, Ruby.” No misunderstandings here.
I hand make quilts because I believe that you can feel love under something made with love. Today, under this quilt, I felt love. Love from the simple, clear worded, non judging mouth, of a three year old.
If only we could see what truly was in each others hearts. What the true intention of each and every person is. I think once in a while we would be saddened to know that people have ill intentions, but overall, warmed that others have our best interest at stake.
Words have always come easy for me. But I am learning that what these words are saying, are not always what I am saying. Many times in my life I have “heard” something, but chosen to “listen” to what I wanted. We are each responsible for how we internalize what we hear. I think, for me, new light has been shed on the statement, “look for them best in everyone.”
Obviously, the author learns the most from their writing.
In all of this confusion, I love feeling the simplicity of a three year old. Today, Ruby and I laid on her Cinderella pillow, and under her quilt I made for her when she was born. She covered our heads and said, “Let’s talk ‘bout HeeHaw farm, mom. That big pig was stinky. P.U.” “Yes he was, Ruby.” No misunderstandings here.
I hand make quilts because I believe that you can feel love under something made with love. Today, under this quilt, I felt love. Love from the simple, clear worded, non judging mouth, of a three year old.
1 comment:
I love this. It's so true. How is it that our children are so good at helping us understand ourselves better? Or at least understand better who we want to be.
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