This morning, while I was riding the public transport to the office, the kid who sat beside me started singing. She sang on the top of her lungs like the vehicle we were riding was some sort of her concert venue. She gleefully raised her voice that it became louder than the song that was playing on my headset. That was when I decided to focus on her and not on the song that was blowing up my eardrums prior to her crooning. How innocent and fun it was to listen to her performance.
Then, she suddenly stopped.
The next thing I saw, she was hitting her mom. She couldn’t help it anymore. I knew why she couldn’t hold it any longer. There were 2 reasons. First, the lyrics of that young diva was composed of probably all the words and phrases that she has in her word bank. The lyrics didn’t make sense. But come on! Do most songs nowadays make sense? Second, the tune of her song sounded like a classic Filipino love song (Kundiman).
Then her mom stopped smiling and then the little girl saw the man in front of him smiling to himself. The diva waited and then his eyes met hers. Now, the guy didn’t know what to do, so he just smiled. The girl hit his knees twice. She was really embarrassed. But you know what happened next?
This time, I was the only one who could hear it. I was that close to her. I made sure, we didn’t have any eye contact.
Adults, like me, destroy a child’s innocence. The way we talk, respond to their statements and questions, the actions they see, the words they hear, the way we dress, the way we present ourselves in public, the things we teach them, the way we present the truth and harsh realities of life etc. Why are we doing that? Because it was done to us. We were taught more on being ashamed when in fact, it’s better to teach young souls how to respect.
Growing up, I learned that making mistakes and not being able to dance well or sing well, when even done with love and confidence, destroy your passion and creativity. When someone told me I didn’t have the talent in dancing, I stopped it. But when someone told me I sang well, I continued it. And became very passionate about it.
I don’t dance in public anymore, but when I have the chance to do it even without music, I do it. Sometimes I dance in the office so that my colleagues will laugh and they’d be happy. They say I’m like a child when I do that.
Oh, how I want to be a kid again! Innocent, creative, full of energy and charm, eyes are full of wonder and a believer in the impossible.
The Greatest in the Kingdom
…2Jesus called a little child to stand among them. 3“Truly I tell you, He said, “unless you change andbecome like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.4Therefore, whoever humbles himself like this little child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven.…
- Matthew 18:3 (Berean Bible Study)
