It is the most fundamental question that we have as human beings…”how do I….?” Depending upon your vantage point and stage in life, the ending to that question will vary. How do I become relevant? How do I fit in? How do I gain his/her favor? How do I become a woman? How do I become a man? How do I parent? How do I choose my path in life? How do I know if I am right/wrong? How do I avoid failure? How do I achieve success? How do I find happiness?
Behind every story of triumph that any man or woman deemed “great” might tell, rich with staggering obstacles, odds stacked against them, and a road that looked bleak, will always refer back to the oneperson in their life that did something that no one else did…take the time with them to believe in them and teach them. The bond between a mother and daughter or a father and son, or those that serve as surrogates; grandmothers and grandfathers, or even more precious those who have no blood tie…that took the time. The men who spoke directly into the curious and anxious hearts of young girls desperate for acceptance, belonging, and attention and told her that she was worthy of greater than what the young knuckleheads around her were offering. And the young men who were taught by men with broad shoulders that men look each other in the eye, and shake hands firmly. Grandmothers with grandbabies around her feet like swirling leaves, planted between her knees she would grease and braid wisdom into their hair. Life lessons passed from lips to ear, life’s stories and struggles that led them to here.
See, we don’t really recognize it when it is happening, but in a moment those words shape you. It is surprising when I find that the most mundane task or a certain situation will whisk me back to the words of someone who shaped me. Do you hear their words? When you are about to betray yourself? Or when you come across something that they warned you about long ago? Or when you fail, do you hear them pushing you to start again? These words, above all else, make us who we are. Where there is love and care for the seed it will grow and prosper, and we have come to know that it only takes one! How fascinating…just one connection, to spark the light that will grow to a roaring blaze. Just one.
We know that a seed that is not fortunate to germinate in the best of circumstances will absorb and become like that which it is fed. Life will go on, but what is gained of this life lived in misery?
We are all searching for the “how to” in life. We are all the product of what our surroundings teach us we are to be. Fortunate are those of us born into loving families that shield us from harm and evil, and tell us we are loved. We grow up with our innocence in tact. What of the children who are abandoned by the ones who brought them life? Abused, neglected, disregarded. What about them? They are the ones who live life from bruised places…seeing everything through the lens of pain. Waiting for the next hurt to come. Some pursue it as this is their only reference to normalcy. Others medicate it away.
It only takes one. What if your voice could be the one to call forth the greatness in a young man or woman’s soul? Can’t you see it? When you look straight into their eyes that there is so much there? You are given a gift to gaze into the windows of the future. What do you see?
If you don’t like it, why not be that one…who took the time to listen…and teach them how to…….
– Adria R. Husband