Grandchild 1: You're not a grown-up, you're a grandma!
Grandchild 2: Yeah, you're past grown-up!
Wow . . . After I stopped laughing, it got me thinking.
Remember back to pretending you were a grown up? When putting on Mommy or Daddy's shoes or "helping" with housework made you feel "big." And then we move on to the words: "When I grow up . . ."
When did that stop for you? When you hit 18? 21? When did we stop dreaming of what we'd become when we matured? Shouldn't we still be asking those questions, dreaming those dreams?
When I grow more loving, I'll _________. When I grow more patient (or bold or selfless or giving or forgiving) I'll __________.
Can I challenge you to dream with me about filling some bigger shoes?
When I grow more surrendered to Christ, I want to walk where he would walk, love where he would love.
When we're young, growth just happens. Most of us had caring people feeding, teaching, nurturing us. At this stage it takes some intentionality to keep growing. Maybe something to incorporate into those resolutions that make change seem so possible at the beginning of each new year.
And anyway, what's the fun in stopping at "adult"? Now that you've learned, as I have, that there are growth stages "past grown-up," what are you going to be when you grow ____________?
Thank you to my three youngest adorables--Zoey, Leif, and Laiken--for the pictures. And to Keira and Caden for the conversation that inspired this post.