We brought home some marbles today.
They thought this was great fun.
I thought it was, well, an apt metaphor for our days.
They – motion made flesh, laughing, shouting, marveling over their skill, the colors and the speed, the newness, the wonder.
I – worrying about lost pieces, trying to explain the rules of the game, chasing, running in a million directions, striving to keep up, keep it together and finally…
letting go, giving in, putting aside my preconceived notions to listen, as they show me the new rules, of the new game that is all their own, a game that is
better than the one that I set out to teach them.
I’m trying, men. I’m trying to let go, to be okay with losing my marbles, if it means learning to be more like you in the process.