Recently I went to a football practice where my six-year-old grandson was playing. When he ran over to the sidelines to get a drink of water, I held up my phone and said, “Hey good boy! Give me your game face!”
And did he ever.
He looked for all the world to me like he was about 15.
Tough. All business. Git ‘er done.
The next day, I took him to the movies (his first time in a theater), and as we settled into our cushy easy chairs (gotta love those things) with our drinks and popcorn, the lights went down. And after a couple minutes, I heard him say to himself, “I shoulda brought my blankie. It’s dark in here. My blankie makes me feel better.”
I’ll admit, I had to chuckle as I put my arm around him.
But then I thought, “Oh, what the heck? Aren’t we ALL six-year-olds, with a game face one day, looking all tough and stuff, and then needing our blankies the next, to make us feel better in the dark?”
When the unknown looms ahead, and leaves us unable to see, we search for comfort–even as adults.
So consider this your invitation–in this upended world, and in your own personal crazy universe–to stop for a bit, to feed your spirit and give your heart a massage.
Jackson, Alan. “Where Were You (When the World Stopped Turning)?” https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gPHnadJ-0hE