Where did the Child go?
As a child, you probably may have had hearty moments, irrespective of whether you were born with a silver spoon or a wooden spoon or without any kind of spoon at all. Waking up every morning was fun enough.
Kids find pleasure in seemingly little things, they enjoy watching a running tap, gazing into the sky, jumping up... You hardly find them trying to suppress laughter, they let it out really loud, they want food? They speak up, they're generous with hugs and gratitude, getting them gifts can almost take sleep away from their eyes (remember the days of Christmas clothes, eye glasses and wristwatches?).
They forgive and let go. Flog a child this minute and apologize the next minute and there's almost a complete restoration of rapport.
They trust unreservedly... A child jumps at you from a height with total confidence that you won't let him hit the floor, he leaves you to battle with fulfilling your part of the relationship.
"I'll get you biscuits when I return", He never forgets, he hopes on and day dreams about having a good time munching the cookies leaving you to prove your loyalty.
A Child is a happy fellow... Content and thankful, you see scantily dressed kids having beautiful moments on the streets of their ghetto abode, they don't feel pitiable because, they don't see themselves in lack, they leave that to Mum and Dad to worry about... Children are teachable, accepting their flaws and giving room for new, better stuffs.
A child is not ashamed to cry before a crowd, no, it's no sign of weakness, it's only a language of expression.
Then suddenly, growing up happens, and you hear things like, "keep quiet! You talk too much!", "Long throat!", "You're too forward "... With good intentions, family tries to groom the child to fit into an imperfect world...
With the same innocence, he goes out there and runs into an embrace that is supposed to be warm but he gets a stab.
He speaks in sincerity but doesn't get a fair reward, he's betrayed, treated unfairly...
Probably experiences the demise of a loved one...
Then he/she "grows up!" and puts up a seemingly perfect front, hides the flaws, bottles up every other thing, speaks less, trusts no one, attached to no one, lives competitively, tries to out do... He practically let the child in him walk away, he tucks the baby he is deep down, where it cannot be reached.
Cry for who? For what? He's hardened already, scarcely emotional... Get him/her a gift and you may hear a cold "Yea, thanks"...
Try to impress him/her...
I na alo nlo (you're dreaming).
I na Eti akpa aja aka (you're hitting a bag of sand).
Life is uninteresting! The You that makes you lovely just took a stroll out of your life and you're left a hard coconut shell...
Go back and find that child, you need him to possess your Heavenly home (Matt.19:14).
Water melts everything with time, let God's words break every wall in your heart, allow yourself to break apart and heal back...
Jesus wept, you're not too big to shed tears, enjoy the moon light, water falls, the smell of dust when it rains, the cuteness of a baby's fat cheeks, smile and dimples, jump on people just to say welcome, send someone N100 recharge card just to say "I remember you" or just flash.
Wear a smile, try new stuffs make mistakes, and learn. Laugh out loud. Accept yourself and others... We'll all be gone someday.
Forgive and let go.
We are CHILDREN of God.
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