The Wild One
If you have children, teach, coach or are surrounded by little “chicklets,” you will know what I am talking about. There is always that one wild child that stands out. They are the ones to turn up the volume with their “outside voices”. They are the ones to swagger diagonally when asked to stand in a straight line. They are the ones to swing from the highest monkey bar holding on with their little pinky, cheering, “Look at me!”. They color outside the lines, push every button, ask a billion questions, and ignore most boundaries. If you are a parent to one of these funny, energetic, fearless souls, I applaud you and pray you catch up on your sleep someday.
If it sounds like I am making these curious cuties out to be unacceptable in any way, that is the furthest from the truth here in the Bubble. I absolutely love and adore these moving and grooving VIPS. Sure, they can make you weary and weak or bring you to a boil. However, these razzmatazz little rascals can make us belly laugh, inspire, and motivate us to see life differently. Now, don’t get me wrong, I cherish the “nuggets” that stand in a line and sit straight in their seats. You can count on their loyalty, quiet ways, and amazing determination.
I think it is important to accept all the personalities that fill our lives with love and happiness. I just feel society in general is a tad “in-flexible” to the spicey sweeties. Many of these kiddos go through life thinking that being different is undesirable. Dr. Seuss said it best when he asked, “Why Fit in when you were born to stand out!” I feel humanity needs all temperaments, including the energetic, smart, mini rock stars to improve our strengths, understand our weaknesses, develop, and discover contemporary ways of being and doing!
If it weren’t for my wild one, I know I would have laughed and cried a lot less. This structured girl here in the Bubble would not have grown outside her perfectly colored lines and square box. I would still be looking at the world through the same dull screen. Instead, my “wild one” has adjusted my mindset and “view-master” lens into a colorful universe. I am inspired how the wild one braves life without fear or doubt. This dramatic charisma allows his courage and confidence to shine through with a genuine happy heart. As I stand in my straight line, I am in awe! Thank you to all the spirited, zestful, souls of our planet. I LOUDLY APPLAUD YOU, WILD ONES!
While I do not have children of my own, I do recall moments of my young adult life where I was the black sheep in my family. I was the only one to move away and “danced to the beat of my own drum.” It felt freeing, and I felt very much like a grown up. My early childhood dreams of traveling and living on my own, certainly helped mold the person I am today. I applaud the moms/dads out there who support their children, even when their dreams may not be the same as their kids.
I was a 70’s wild child, no one was ever able to confine me to their little box. I was a handful that’s for sure.