When A Three Year Old Tackles You...

This morning when I woke up Barak was watching some T.V. and eating some yogurt (his normal routine). I sat down next to him and asked him what he was up to and he gave me the "are you blind or just dumb look?" I smiled and gave him a kiss and started catching up on the exploits of "Casper the Friendly Ghost" with him. It was but a few seconds later when he sat his yogurt down, stood up and lunged at me. He tackled me (at least he thinks he did).

As I laid there with him on top of me he said, "I win, I'm strong, I'm a big boy!!!!" I couldn't help but smile and agree with him. We wrestled for a few minutes and I changed clothes to get going. But that moment lingers and fills my heart with joy.

It is important to me that Barak sees me as his biggest fan and that he knows I believe in him so much. I want him to believe in himself, that he can win, that he is strong and that he is growing into becoming a big boy. (Even though he really can't tackle me, I don't see any harm in keeping that our little secret.)

This exchange this morning leaves me thinking how many other people in my life can I play a similar role with? How many people can I partner with in adventure and when I am doing the majority the work let them think they are? Who can I reach out to and reaffirm that I believe in them the same way they believe in themselves? Maybe even more.

Life is more fulfilling when lived in adventure and community. Find someone today and let them tackle you (even if it only happens because you let it---we will keep that our little secret.)

Heart and Soul,
BAG
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