I don’t believe he ever really tires. He just stops for a bit. Some call it sleep.

More like recharging.

Huck is almost two, and being around him is like being caught in an energy forcefield that you can’t manage. Can’t fight, can’t f5d9748b-b990-40d9-a84a-45eef548606dstop.

You go with it.

And enjoy the ride.

I’m enamored with his energy and enthusiasm.

Huck, his mom, Jillian, baby brother Landry and I spent two hours one morning at a place in Austin called The Thinkery. A children’s museum.

It was as if a consortium of imaginations got together and came up with the most fun they could think of. This place was incredible.

We didn’t stop moving for two hours. We went from the water room, where being drenched was the goal, to the food room, where you could grab a basket and select “produce”. There were climbing places to challenge the fear factor. Bouncing rooms full of squishy-shaped pieces you could build and destroy. Plastic riding animals that bounced as long as your legs lasted. And a glow bright room, where you could make cfb67abd-28f7-4472-b122-235ee480b6d2designs with lights.

We didn’t even get to the rest of it.

Huck was like a whirling dervish, moving from room to room, engaging in play and adventures in curiosity. He couldn’t factor the fun fast enough. He was fascinated with the learning process, and I was amazed at his staying power.

In my effort to learn to breathe more intentionally, to consider calmness as a best practice, I’m learning something from the human tornado that is my grandson.

Life is best lived full out, full on, eyes wide open. There comes a time–on a consistent basis–when you have to stop. Let it all go.

(Feel free to hum a few bars from the “Frozen” soundtrack here.)

Huck could go full blast through this experience, enjoying every bit of it. When he came home, he ate and took his nap. He didn’t question what we hadn’t done. He didn’t whine about wanting to go back. He fell asleep. ย cf0000ca-bfc6-4d8d-a508-e2d538d38951

And reset.

Sure, he can whine and demand.

So can I.

He’s pretty savvy about knowing when to give it up. Or something else catches his fancy and he’s off on a new track.

He’s helped me see that there’s nothing wrong with embracing life in all it’s fullness and fun. In pursuing our passions with energy and joy.

The restย part. That’s where I come up short. Knowing when–and how–to rest.

Knowing when to let it go.

God gave us a template to live by when He accomplished creation. He worked for six days making life good. And rested on the seventh. Not because He was tired, but to show us how to rest our souls and hearts so we could engage life fully and well. So we’d have the resources we need to deal with the dailies.

Without whining about exhaustion. My mantra of late.

God knows what I can handle. What I can’t sustain. What’s good for me.

Me? I get overwhelmed by what I should, could, would do on any given day.

He’s teaching meย to turn off the tornado.

 

 

 

 

8 responses »

  1. mackeylois says:

    Dayle, I bet you ARE learning from Huck! Passions with Energy and Joy! The “rest” part is where I come up SHORT, also! I better stick with GOD – HE rested on the seventh day and NOT because HE had to and HE KNOWS what I can handle! HE’S TEACHING me! Love and Blessings to You and John in HIM!

  2. terry morgan says:

    Never a good idea to compare energy levels with a two-year-old! They do maintain pretty good rhythms of full-out and rest, though. From which we can all learn! I love how you observe so many life truths in their little lives. Thanks for sharing them so generously with us!

    • daylerogers says:

      Frankly, I think my brain has reverted to the two-year-old level. I’m seeing things very simply at the moment. Which could be other things as well. ๐Ÿ˜‰ Thanks for the encouragement, sweet friend. You are a gift, as always.

  3. alice fredricks says:

    Love your description of life with Huck! SO much like a 2 year old boy! Been a few years since mine were that age! But I do remember the energy and the ability to rest and recharge! Been reading about “soul rest” and realize how hard that is for me and yet SO necessary! LOVE how you see life lessons in everyday things! ๐Ÿ™‚

    • daylerogers says:

      Life with Huck–might be a great book! He’s so out there, never holding back with who he is or how he is. The good and the bad. Soul rest is hard. It takes intentional commitment–and I’m not always that intentional. Thanks for the encouragement, Allie.

  4. Been praying for you as you turn off the tornado for a bit! What a great picture of how we live…total tornado and then rest & reset. I’m laughing picturing Huck and the forcefield you can’t stop, can’t fight. ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚ that’s legit and exhausting as a mom/nana but 100% little boy!

    • daylerogers says:

      You’re in the middle of the two-year-old tornado. With a girl name. They are forcefields–unfettered, they could bust out a move that nobody is ready for. Thanks for your prayers, my friend.

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