On the way into the airport lounge, I ended up following a father with two kids, my estimate is that one was around nine years old, the other eleven. The father was doing a valiant effort to corral them. I watched as they bubbly walked along. Everything was to be enjoyed! Escalators, hand rails, sight from above, people watching were just the beginning. Their delightful squeals, laughter, and chatter never stopped! Careless and carefree, two strangers ahead of me had to caution them when they approach danger obliviously.
As I entered the lounge, I wondered who was going to be privileged to fly with them. You can guess what happened when I settled into my Singapore Air’s seat; they showed up, bubbling away, climbing, jumping, and restlessly moving my nightmare took on real dimensions! Was any sleep going to be possible?
As I disembarked later, I realized that my fears were never realized. I do not know when but the chaos seamlessly moved into settled, belonging as a family unit. I did not hear any harsh words. There were no demands between child and parent, parent and child. Even the anticipated tension was missing.
As I reflect on my experience with them, I find myself considering the following.
These kids were genuinely happy. They love life. They know they were loved. It was as if everything played into a commentary of both parents; “Delighted, they dance all day long; they know who you are, what you do – they can’t keep it quiet!” (Psalm 89.16)
The children understood, perhaps better than others much older, that there are seasons in life. There are times of celebration, exploring, and enjoying everything life offers. There are also moments of reflection and rest.
Each knew s/he belonged. There was no fear, only confidence. There was no uncertainty, only reassurance. There was no hesitation, only full throttled living.
Each child is connected to life and family. Each is living life to the maximum. My prayer of fear ended up being a blessing reflection; may they always know what they know now.
