A Letter to the Child in All of Us

Dear Child of Mine,

I haven’t always been honest with you.  Now, I don’t mean to say that I’ve been dishonest.  It’s just that I haven’t always told you the truth.

Not really.

I’ve allowed matters of time and space and circumstance to dilute the truth - to minimize it, to obscure it, to camouflage it with their bloated, blathering and boasting demands for my immediate attention.

Strange, really.  After all, it seems so clear that truth is ultimate reason we do matters of time and space and circumstance.  Why do we so often get those backward?

Nonetheless, I haven’t always been honest with you.  And while I can’t undo the past, I’m ready to silence those matters of time and space and circumstance with their bloated, blathering and boasting demands for my immediate attention, that truth – my truth about you – might be delivered…

First, I want you to know that no matter how it appears, from the very moment I learned of you, I knew you to be a never-before-realized and never-since-repeated idea pressing its way into my world – into our world.

I knew that the world had experienced no you quite like you before.  And I knew that the world would experience no you quite like you again.

I knew that you were the proverbial grain of sand, the proverbial flake of snow – unique among all grains and unique among all flake spanning all time.

And I want you to know that no matter how it appears, from the very moment I learned of you, I knew you to be a one-of-a-kind stroke of genius from the very mind of God Itself.  I knew you to be unprecedented possibility and potentiality – limited by absolutely nothing at all.

And I want you to know that no matter how it appears, from the very moment I learned of you, I knew you to be creativity without bounds, and I don’t mean I knew you to be creative like an artist or creative like a composer or creative like a poet but I knew you to be creativity without bounds – capital-C creativity expressed, individuated, electrified and enlivened as you!

All this - and you hadn’t even been born yet!

When I was a kid, I used to believe kids were really just adults in little packages.  I’ve since come to understand that adults are really just kids in big packages.

So, even as an adult, my frailties, fallibilities and failings are real.  And these frailties, fallibilities and failings seem to wash over my mind from time to time, casting clouds of amnesia over the truth.

Sometimes that amnesia lasts only a few minutes.

But, for the most part, it lasts far longer than it should.

So, in any moment that I might have discounted or demeaned, diminished or disregarded, it’s just because I had amnesia.  I was suffering from a fear-induced, temporary insanity.  It’s just because I had forgotten.  But I remember now.

Dear child of mine, I remember now.