The Magic of Innocence

IMG_1251Take a deep breath… close you eyes and DREAM BIG!!!  You hold in your hands the key to everything.  Hold on tight to the one thing that you want the most, and let it sail; you push all the trapped air in your chest out, holding onto your goal and setting forth your intent, your will.  Do you remember this childhood ritual; when simply declaring your innermost wish, and sending it out into the universe seemed possible?  What did you wish for?  I ALWAYS wished for the same thing, every birthday candle I blew out, every dandelion I picked, every lamp I fantasized stumbling upon.  I ALWAYS wished to fly…

So what happened?  Did I ever get to soar with the wind, breaking the spell of gravity?  No, But what else happened?  I stopped wishing to fly…

The magic of innocence in a child is profound, beautiful and inspirational.  Before they begin creating all of the distracting judgment and fear based self-dialogs, they simply experience life without the brakes.  There is no, “this is gonna look stupid” in their dancing, no “there’s nothing cool here’s” when they gallop off through the park, and no “I don’t like that person because’s” when they circle up.  They just experience.

Then they start “growing up”.  Disappointing, embarrassing or otherwise painful moments in our life’s have created expectations, doubts and limitations; these become agreements which create dialogs we hear with virtually every impulse or observation.   The conversations that we have with ourselves begin to define our realm of what we set our intention on, the person we want to be, and the people around us.  Thus, we stop dreaming we can fly, maybe we stop dreaming entirely.

When I watch my young children interact with the world around them,  EVERY time they show me the beauty of living outside of these definitions.  For those of you who aren’t yet close with my family, my daughter Marley has optic nerve atrophy and has a vision of 20/600.  It would be easy to look at her situation, and see her with an agreement or definition of how we think life is; Pity, sorrow or guilt for having “more” may initiate a dialog to the tune of “that poor little girl will never see… this or that”,or,  “Things must be so hard or scary for her”.

I’d like to share a story, pre-Halloween this year a neighbor Denise was pulling out her scary holiday decor garb.  She pulled out this… doll, a baby doll with red painted eyes, circled by black orbits and dark veins spreading out across it’s face.  Denise was holding this THING up with a impish grin, and all I could do was stare at it in horror with a dropped jaw.  Then Marley spotted it, went right to it, and gave it the biggest hug saying, “She is beautiful, I LOVE her!”  I felt schooled.  One could say that she reacted that way because she couldn’t see it for what it is; I assert that she reacted that way because she looked at it differently than I did, without a agreement of what pretty is and what pretty isn’t.  She just looked at it for what it truly was, a doll for her to love.

A few weeks later, we were lazily walking about the grand canals at the Venetian, and by chance, a young lady walked by wearing a poofy, big n’ fancy blue dress, her entourage taking photos of her for, I dunno, senior photos or something .  If you could have only seen the excitement light up my girl when “a real princess” went by!  She followed behind nervously for a minute, took a deep breath and rushed the unsuspecting young maiden, catching her in an unforgettable tackle/hug of a lifetime!  So many beautiful things had just occurred beyond the heartwarming photo op…

First, she saw a “real life princess”, right before her, instead of trying to deduce her logically to some regular ol’ girl in a bunch of polyester.  Then as she timidly closed the gap between her and this “amazing” person, I watched her hold back in fear, turn around and turn around again, unsure.  The area was packed with people rushing about.  She took a deep breath, and deciding to stay true to herself, plunged into that walking pile of fabric, arms wide open!  It was as if she was on center stage, everybody gasped, awwww’s were cried out, and literally TONS of people rushed to take pictures, and were genuinely touched with the authentic love that was emanating from Marley.

Now I am not saying that everything is rose colored, well intended, and should be welcomed in with open arms and zero discretion.  Part of the process of life is learning and evolving for efficiency as well as survival!  But, imagine experiencing the world around us for simply what it is, and enjoying it for what it could be…






One thought on “The Magic of Innocence

  1. Reblogged this on Blind Mom in the Burbs and commented:
    With two bloggers in the Rupp house now, we are sharing the WordPress time, and our 8 year old desktop Mac. These beautiful words were written last night by Mr. Rupp. An inspirational read, I just couldn’t not share.
    Enjoy! And try not to tear up when he writes about Marley.

    Liked by 1 person

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