Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays have bluntly become a monotonous ritual. Most every drive home from school consists of me flipping through channels on the XM, occasionally stopping on talk show programs. The week before spring break, I encountered a deep conversation on what channel I couldn't even begin to tell you. The host spoke about why we are the way we are and how we're each different from one another. I was extremely intrigued and felt it further expanded my yen for knowledge of the human race. The speaker mentioned about how some of us have old souls and that some of our souls are more like young puppies. I'll explain in my own way but am positive will do no justice to what they conveyed.
OLD SOULS: They know amazing things; they know things they shouldn't know. They comply with their world in ways the 'puppies' only dream of. They understand the unknowing, and they 'get' that there really is more to life. They evolve through personal growth, through writing, and by purely bringing beauty to the world around them. Oh, how I wish I could be an old soul. They seem so mature and so willing to accept whatever comes.
YOUNG SOULS: I loved the comparison of them being like young puppies. They're spontaneous, easily bored, always ready for whatever new thing is taking place, and have driving ambitions to acquire their desires. Young souls are compulsive about appearances and strive to buy the biggest, the best, the fastest, and the most. They are greedy and competitive. Their egos are fully engaged, and they are constantly in a state of unrest. They’re picky, critical, careful, and thoughtful. Among the greatest downfalls of the young souls is their despising deposition of others telling them what to do.
Adopting these views as my own, I’ve made some conclusions over the last two weeks.
Nicole is definitely an old soul. She just seems to 'get' things. She's more often than not in awe of simple facts and revels in the midst of accomplishing tasks when others would be frustrated. She beautifully portrays an image I’d love to be. The way she handles trials with such grace renders me speechless. I love her so much, and I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that she was given to me for a greater purpose. Thinking back to when she was two, even then she would question my motives and correct me. It’s funny to remember that long ago.
Kristian is a perfect example of a young soul or a 'puppy'. He flitters around (partly ADD, partly personality), never accepting of the way things are. He and I are alike in many ways and, as his mother, I feel that it is my highest duty to mold him into being a better person than I. The boy has such confidence in some aspects of life and such low self-esteem in others. I tell him every day how much I believe in him and hope with all of my heart that he believes what I'm saying to be true. I wish every parent could have a child with a learning disability. Maybe then, they would understand the pain that goes along with it. Even so, I refuse for him to accept his ADD as an excuse. Kristian, ultimately, makes Kristian's choices. He too, I believe, was given to me for a greater purpose. Even with clashing attitudes and stubborn arguments, I thank God for him every day. His presence has rounded me into a more accommodating person. He's taught me that no child is perfect but will always assume that position through a mother's eyes.
In conclusion, carting what we’ve learned into adulthood, inevitably, we all screw up somewhere along the way. Most of us have untapped strengths and potentials and only discover them when slammed by some major life challenge. If we run around 'fixing' things for our friends and family, we're simply enabling their ability to become the victim. As always, I'm leaving this post in full wonderment of life. What a grand game!
