The Sand Box
OK, sometimes I need to come clean and admit I struggle to let go of the reigns. Yesterday my son, father in-law, and I traveled to Tractor Day over in Honesdale, Pa. Driving into the fairgrounds I could see that the place was deserted, compounding the resistance I developed even before getting into the car. What were we doing here?
My grandiose self pity soon dissipated following the trail my son wove through the 100 or so tractors. It became clear that he had no awareness of the lack of audience. The thought never crossed his mind. At one display a farmer and his son had rigged up old tractor engines and belts to operate corn husking, kernaling and feed grinding machinery. My son’s fascination led him right under the rope stanchions till he too was feeding ears of corn into the mouth of these machines.
His approach to the show was contagious. Soon I found myself able to let go of any expectations and discover what the situation had to offer. I try to challenge myself to look at similar situations “as if” they were a dream. Then the whole thing shifts. Wow! this huge tractor fair and we are the only ones there! I was off and running. For me it was a riff on branding and marketing of the farm tools through the last century. My son found his delight spending nearly an hour with two goats in a small petting area.
Opening to the magic of what is. Taking off the shackles of any poor attitude. Living life. Lately it seems that when I’m learning from my son, I’m getting a little bit closer to what this parenting thing is all about…
(Really, I haven’t been kidding here, that’s my son in the far corner of the grandstands during the awards ceremony.)




Lifestream Digest for September 19th
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