I chanced upon the most adorable blog today, written by a young girl named Stella. She was talking about how nothing lasts forever, and how she missed being younger… and it killed me a little bit because she hasn’t even graduated from high school yet.
Adorable, I tell you.
I love wise, reflective kids. Like my little sister Bambi when she was much younger.
Yeah, she really had no right to be talking about life with any expertise considering she’d only lived 12 years of it, but it was adorable anyway.
When we reach adulthood, it’s easy to be dismissive and make light of the concerns and issues of the young and be all “Yeah, whatevs. Been there, done that, you’ll survive. Trust me.”
But I think we tend to forget that what seems silly and trivial to us often feels like life or death to them. Like that time in 3rd year high school when I just HAD to go to a garage sale fundraiser and my mom wouldn’t let me.
OMGGG!!! Did she not UNDERSTAND that the PROM was IMPORTANT??? And that if we didn’t raise enough money for it, we would all just DIE??? GEEZ!!!
Immediately after that agonizing experience, I made a resolution and wrote it in my diary…
And I’m pretty happy to say that I never really forgot that angstily-scribbled memo to my future self.
I may be older and wiser now (and sadly, heavier and more wrinkled) but I hope I never forget what it was like to be a kid… or that what may seem silly to me now meant THE WORLD to me then.
Because understanding and respecting the priorities of others — even though these priorities don’t match your own — is a valuable life skill that can be applied to your dealings with everyone. Not just kids, but anyone who lives a different reality from yours.
We don’t have to understand what makes something important to someone else. All we have to understand is that it IS important to that person, and we should respect that.
So thanks for the memo, teenage me.
Wishing you all a tolerant day today. :)