A Phoenix Burning

The Dawning of Perspective

Something happens when you cross that line that takes you past your fortieth year. Wisdom begins to seep into your bones, and all the lessons of life begin to mesh together giving you a completely different perspective than you had in your pre-forty days. All that was black and white when you were younger melts and becomes infinite shades of gray. There is still right and wrong, good and evil, but these things are deeper somehow, a bit less…………….superficial? Perhaps.

As a parent, things you thought you would never allow before you entered that magical mystery tour, evolve to less importance as you grow and guide and nourish a Soul.

Example: Never would MY child dye her hair purple or pink or green or blue or any other unnatural color.

Lesson: Never say never.

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This child wants a blue streak in her hair. She has an appointment today to get one. Yes, I am allowing something that my younger, less evolved self would never have dreamed of allowing. In the past that blue streak would have represented rebellion to me, an unnecessary need to shock an elder….a strangeness, a weirdness, a foolhardy youth.

Today, knowing the soul I am nurturing, it represents something completely different. My girl, who has never wanted to stand out, who has never felt confident, who has never recognized the beauty that she has, or the sweetness that she is, is willing to stand up and do something small that marks her as an individual. She doesn’t care that her friends have said, “Don’t do it!” She doesn’t care that she might be teased a bit. She doesn’t care that no one else in her school has blue hair. She is doing something small and harmless that will make her happy. A superficial thing, yes, but one that represents so much more…a Soul finally making peace with who it is and willing to show a bit of uniqueness to the world. It says, “Notice me, because I am worth noticing.” I can’t help but be proud of her daring, pleased with her growing confidence, and so so glad that she is mine, blue streak and all. πŸ™‚

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5 responses

  1. Indeed, time changes perspectives, for them and for us. πŸ™‚

    April 13, 2012 at 11:48 am

    • That is certain Ted! πŸ™‚

      April 13, 2012 at 9:15 pm

  2. Kate

    And it is just a painless blue streak, something that can be washed out or taken away later. Imagine if it was a tattoo!

    April 14, 2012 at 10:52 am

  3. Bravo πŸ™‚ Great call. Nothing wrong with a bit of self expression…

    April 14, 2012 at 11:18 am

  4. Oh Danielle, the things that you write of ring so true. My 43rd birthday approaches in a little more than a week, and I’ve had many of the same thoughts you’ve had, though I’d never be able to express them quite so eloquently.

    April 15, 2012 at 7:35 am

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