while i was in New Jersey i met a groovy 7-month-old girl. i’d heard great things, but was still impressed with her happy disposition.
she played quietly on her own and cracked herself up at baby jokes incomprehensible to adults.
the only problem in our hours together was when she listed too far while seated in her playpen. although she couldn’t get up, she instinctively put her arms on mine as i reached down to straighten her. and just like that, the good times resumed rolling.
completely at ease with “life on the outside,” her whole attitude was, i’m warm, i’m fed and there are objects to touch. what’s not to love?
her default mode was a combination of openhearted, good-natured acceptance, gentle curiosity, and a trusting, full-of-faith calmness.
as i watched her shove a purple toy into her mouth, i realized, she doesn’t even understand the concept of purple. a baby’s world is so narrow, the blinders drawn so tightly, yet infants accept it. and some, like this girl, do so with chubby arms excitedly outstretched.
even moody babies (more on them tomorrow) eventually take breaks from chronic irritation and surrender to their environment. their cluelessness isn’t even a terrible disadvantage. it’s just a fact.
how many adults would behave this way in an unfamiliar situation? most would demand, where am i? who’s in charge? don’t you know how important i am?
no matter how stressed you are, how unjust life feels, how impossible situations appear, remember:
there was a time when life was mostly unknown. uncertainty, mystery, and strangeness were standard. you didn’t even know what purple was.
but you accepted your reality, stuck to the basics, and grew. challenges got bigger but so did your ability to solve them.
why not get back to that?