Disappointed or Deliberate?

The other night, our family watched “The Princess Bride” movie for the umpteenth time, but this time our four year old daughter was seeing it for the first time or at least the first time that she truly understood what was happening. *Spoiler*… As Buttercup pushed the man in black over the cliff, my eyes were drawn to my daughter instead of the screen. Ainsley watched with rapt attention and when she heard the words, “As you wish!”, her eyes lit up.

“Is it Wesley?”, she breathed, incredulous.

It was a beautiful moment, one that made me wish I could go back and experience the wonder of that discovery for the first time.

This summer, I picked up a book that I loved reading the first time around, but it had lost its luster and allure for me. I already knew the ending and somehow this brought disappointment rather than a desire to read the book again.

Have you ever felt this way? Like you wish you could go back and experience a beautiful moment or watch a movie or read a book again but with the same wonder you had the first time you experienced it?

A few weeks ago, I took my younger two to the beach while my older two were at a pool party. It was one of those perfect evenings when the weather is just right, the kids are perfectly happy and all is right in the world. I watched as my boy found a log drifting in the water and climbed onto it. He laughed and laughed as he was bounced around by the waves and then of course, he had to share it with his sister.

Their wonder and awe of a moment so simplistic was breath taking to me.

One of my favorite lines from “The Princess Bride” is “Get used to disappointment”. I often say this to my kids when one of us is upset and we all laugh because it lightens the mood. The truth is life IS full of disappointment. We don’t get to experience the first moments again. But what if instead of allowing ourselves to be disappointed in those moments, we were deliberate about finding the awe and wonder in each new moment, perhaps by seeing it through the eyes of a child. Or by looking for the blessings each moment holds instead of pining for the good ol’ days.

While driving around recently, we heard the song “Dear Younger Me” by Mercy Me and my oldest son shared a beautiful thought. He was sure that there were things that I would want to tell my younger self (and this is certainly true!), but that having kids was like being given the opportunity to share the things I wish I’d known, this time with my little ones.

I could be disappointed with the fact that I have regrets OR I could be deliberate in teaching my kids the lessons I wish I had learned decades ago.

I choose to live deliberately. I choose to live looking for wonder instead of always longing for things to be different.

I choose to live with arms wide open.

Disappointed or Deliberate?

 

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