My oldest son is LEGO-obsessed. I absolutely love this about him. His desire to construct things and to put small pieces together to make them whole and strong amazes the shit outa me.
It is all so logical, yet, at the same time, so fragile.
I was dusting the LEGOs in his room the other day (a chore that I can only do once a quarter because of the stress) when I went into a panic. Because, you see, they always break for me, and it depends on the creation that I break that determines whether or not my son will go crazy.
And it was amidst my dusting I had this metaphorical moment. Both of us over the years have gotten better with my dusting of the LEGOs. I don't mess things up too much anymore, and if I do, my son has learned to control his fits.
I was dusting the LEGOs, and he was moving the LEGOs, and we were finally working together, at a good pace. We were both patient, doing everything so slowly and with quiet breath. I looked over at him moving his entire LEGO city off of his built-especially-for-LEGOs table and realized that going thru life is like dusting LEGOs.
We are constantly thrown things our way that we have to deal with, and even with the best of intentions, we never know what the outcome will be. I have moved the most elaborate of sculptures and never disturbed a piece, while other times I would move a tiny car, and the whole thing shatters in between my fingers.
Sometimes, you have the best of intentions, and everything still breaks. Don't ever be over-confident. And sometimes, you feel as if you are going to crack, yet all is well. So don't underestimate yourself either. Look out for those little pieces that may trip you up...but be aware that broken pieces can make you stronger as well as you rebuild.
The trick of it all is to build the pieces back up, and press on. Easier said than done most times.
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