At the bus stop with Little One, age nine, a Kindergartner was hyper. She was running all over the place, making silly noises and generally just enjoying the heck out of herself.
Little One is a serious child and she was getting pretty frustrated. I leaned over and whispered to her, â€œSheâ€™s little, and itâ€™s our job to take care of her and keep her safe. Be patient. Isnâ€™t she cute?â€
Little Oneâ€™s face went blank, thinking mode.
The next time the little girl ran over to us, Little One looked up at me and smiled. I could hear her brain tell her, â€œIsnâ€™t she cute?â€ and I couldnâ€™t help but smile back.
We can change the way our kids think. That is scary and amazing all at once.
When we do it on purpose, itâ€™s one of the best things ever. We can help them be the people they want to be. We can help them get over fears, deal with frustration or just realize what a great world this is when we take a minute to look around and lend a helping hand.
Ah, but the scary part is that weâ€™re always doing it. Even when we donâ€™t mean to. When Iâ€™m distracted, when Iâ€™m tired, when Iâ€™ve had enough and I want to quit â€“ Iâ€™m still adjusting the way my kids think.
And I donâ€™t get a do-over.
I want Little One to see that she can make changes that matter. They start with yourself. They spread to another. Then together you can create a change for the better in the world. Try it and see.