Don’t Pass On VIP Invites From Your Children
I was playing badminton this afternoon with my neighbors, when I noticed I hadn’t seen my boys running around for a while. A few moments later, my oldest son Sam emerged from the “Christmas Tree”, their clubhouse.
Many times he’s asked me to join him and I’ve made excuses why I was busy at the moment. But today he didn’t bother to ask.
Instead of wallowing in regret, I took the initiative and asked if I could still come check it out.
He broke into a big toothy grin and shouted “Come on” as he dashed ahead of me.
I can’t put into words the joy, natural beauty, and ease of child’s play that greeted me under those boughs.
Instantly, I was taken back to my own childhood hideouts. Growing up in NYC, I didn’t have a tree house. But every summer was spotted with visits to my cousins’ in New Jersey, where tree-houses and club houses seemed to abound.
I was delighted at my own sons’ creativity.
They had excavated certain stones for seats,among other amenities, but what really got me was the 3-swing rope.
There was the traditional swing, the single rope swing made from the extra length from the 1st swing, and lastly, you could untwist the single rope to form a harness.
As I looked on, I was momentarily kicking myself for waiting so long to say “Yes”, but I quickly focused on the present, as they showed me all the “features” and invited me to try the swing.
Children are treasures with even more treasures inside of them.
I’m definitely going to make it a point to say “yes” more often when I get these special VIP invites, and I hope you’ll be inspired to do the same.