Riding the elevators in a large building is often interesting, especially with friendly children. The conversations one can have remind me that trust is at its peak in kids under seven. As I have learned to improve my banter with them, I find myself reflecting on the following lessons they have left me with.
Fear is not a word to be recognized unless it is of the strangers your parents told you to ignore. In case of the latter, hiding with face into the corner or in mom’s skirts is the best place in a crowded elevator.
If I am talking as I enter an elevator, everyone should understand what I am talking about. There are no exceptions! I am the center of the world. Everything revolves around me, especially when it comes to something I have to say.
Elevators are places to play, celebrate, and even pout or throw a tantrum. Just because there is not much room, there is no reason to wait! Besides, the one’s voice seems to echo in a small place.
Answers are answers. No matter how obvious the question may seem to be to the person asking, I will answer it the way I think it makes sense. After all, I am the authority.
Great times need to continue! If we were playing outside, we should continue inside! If there was a party, we should have a party. If someone has been saved (anyone including pets will do), then “I’ve thrown myself headlong into your arms – I’m celebrating your rescue.” (Psalm 13.5)
I like the elevators in Metropolitan. I never know what I am going to find. It could be nothing. On the other hand, it could be a young child willing to share her/his life with me for a minute or so. Great lessons, funny adventures, and sad moments are shared with abandoned. It is a unique community that comes together for a time then parts. I know many of their lessons are not transferrable. I also know that some are. I can use at least two today.
