I know they’re called the “terrible twos” but I think they can be terrific too.
This last week I’ve had the pleasure of spending some time with my God-daughter Krystal, her husband Rob and their two year old son Andreas. I remember well having a two year old in the house… the joy, the laughter, the delight, as well as the tears and the sleepless nights. But Andreas reminded me of the delight in the face of a two year old who masters something new. And as I think about Andreas and his smile, and the joy he brings to his parents and those around him, I wish we could take this joy and spread it around the world.
What happens to us?
How is it that at age two, learning is a delight, walking is its own reward, and we are deeply in love with life… and then twenty, thirty, fifty, seventy years later it all changes. Deep seated cynicism replaces curiousity, and our posture becomes one of suspicion.
Can we be two again?
Maybe not, and maybe that’s for the best for a variety of reasons. But still, when I think about Jesus’s invitation for learners to become like children in our walk of faith, I can’t help but think of little Andreas. What can we do to reconnect with some of that vitality, that excitement, that joy?
What can and do you do, to be “two” again?