GET BACK EIGHT

Growing up, I have never been the biggest fan of children... I never was the kind that stretches hands to hold children in parties or social gatherings.. No am not the come baby come.I have always been the last resort.. That league of 'It's okay I can hold if there is no one else'. Luckily or is it unluckily there has always somebody to hold.. 

I reckon it is silently expected that ladies should love children. You know the natural unwritten societal expectations.. Don't stone me just yet. I know no one cares for reasons but I will give mine.. I did not grow up with children. I have never spent quality time with children.. Maybe that's why. With that I rest my reasons.

I bet sometimes life is kind enough to give us a second chance to learn the vital things that we might have missed out on along the way.I am a beneficiary of that kindness. I got the opportunity to stay with my niece for some months now. It has been a beautiful experience. I can confidently or rather almost confidently say I now love children.. The remaining part, if any,  will come when i get mine own.

Staying in the vicinity of a child makes one appreciate  the small milestones.I remember how excited we were when she said Ba-ba. Children make one happy for no reason..Their joy is just plain infectious.. I love how they are full of life and energy. I love so much about children lately. 

There is one more lesson I have learnt.. To get back up.. Have you seen a child learning to walk? They keep falling but they get moving.. I think kids unknowingly obey the portion of Scripture in Proverbs 24:16 

For though the righteous fall seven times, they rise again, but the wicked stumble when calamity strikes. 

Today I remind you of the good old heroic days when you kept getting up again till you could stand on your feet. I call you back to the young wisdom of rising again, dusting yourself up, picking the pieces and walking again..

The reason you walk today is because when you were a child you got back up and tried again.. You crawled. Then one day you tried to walk and fell severally. You knocked your head on the corners of tables and stools but you tried again anyway. What happened when you grew older? Where did that resilience go? How is it that when you fall you remain in the dust? What changed?

Life is not easy, I know, but it was never meant to be easy am told.. So soldier on..Like you did then. It will knock you on its corners again and again. Life will throw its curve balls as it does to us all. When it does, Rise Rise Rise. Keep rising. Don't stick there. 

With best wishes

Mwarray.