It was a few days ago that a metamorphosis broke into my son’s toy chest. In the beginning it seemed like a buccaneer who had invaded a cabinet full of toy cars, coloring books, crayons, a pumpkin basket with some candies, plastic rings, Spiderman stickers and a Batman. In awe, I asked myself, when did the Vikings made it to this private space that my son always seems so thrilled about? Are they trying to rob my little boy’s innocent love for his four wheels? Or are they here to steal his charm for life’s tiny mirth and turn him into a rugged and callous lad?
While I was boggling with such thoughts, a stream of emotions ran down my heart to apprehend the joy of growing up. The feeling was similar to sitting by the brook to watch little colorful fishes swim freely in the lap of nature. Just like those little fishes, my baby boy seemed to be unfettered with change that he was acknowledging in his hidden volatility for his choice for toys. Apparently from cars he was now thinking of huge ships and oceans with tides full of danger of pirate attacks.
With excitement and beatitude I said to myself, wasn’t I just the same way when I was his age? Didn’t flamboyant and frilly dolls beguile me to their fascination? And yet my parents realized that I was just growing up. This time however it was my turn to feel this subtle chimera of life. As ostensible as it may seem, it was a moment that captured the absoluteness of existence in the form of my little boy’s psyche. Yet another glance at the pirates flashed that life appears to be like a starry night when I see it through the eyes of a little child. It conspicuously says to me that each new change in my boy and his choice is a current of adjustment to his evolution and sprouting. So today the pirates are here but tomorrow the robots may show up and I would still have to be happy, if I desire to feel a silent bliss.
In this brief passage of moments standing all alone by myself, life edified me with its rainbow of lessons. It spawned on me that sometimes enlightenment is not a mystical journey in the jungle but being open-minded to refine ourselves to a better way of life and state of mind. Today I eagerly wait for the day my son would make space for his new toy buddies. Then the pirates would just be sprawling and smiling watching my son adapt to his new plastic playmates.