Fireflies 1 (Photo credit: ShutterSparks)
Curiosity of children is an amazing thing.
I love seeing their imaginations at work as they reason with and negotiate through and interact with their world.
The simplest concepts can become complex mysteries that want solving; like fireflies lighting up the night in a petite fireworks display.
That’s how we spent last week … chasing fireflies … entertaining our 2 nieces along side our 2 dudes. (Remind me to tell you later about parenting 4 kids for 10 days when you’re only used to 2 kids. Ages: 9, 8, 6 ½, and 4. Yeah, we were busy.)
What makes fireflies light up? Bioluminescence!
The kids all understood, at a high level, the complicated truth thanks to the children’s movie Curious George. It’s a defense mechanism.
But at it’s core, the elementary truth, is that it’s fun. They want to capture the light between their fingers and watch it blink in their hands.
And so, we spent hours waiting in the fading sun, trying as the sky darkened, laughing with hope and reaching for the little miracles.
When they were successful, they would preserve their prizes in plastic water bottles and plastic sandwich bags without air holes. In their enthusiasm they smothered the little bugs, forever extinguishing the light and lives.
Sad. I know. I tried to explain the value of life but to no avail.
From their inquisitive point of view there would be more fireflies to chase the next night … and the next day … and the next day. Youthful optimism.
This experience made me think of dreams. Okay, I had some help. Yesterday, blogger buddy, Britt posted a little ditty titled: What’s Wrong with Having Dreams Anyway? She says it brilliantly. Which made me think of this post I’d started.
A post which I originally thought would lead to me telling you the story of how busting my bout of baby fever but instead it’s turned into a post about running hard and fast after something as elusive as fireflies.
Dreams, if your lucky come true.
Wait!
That’s not right.
Like chasing fireflies … if you want to catch your dream you have to be diligent and patient. You have to put effort into the result you want. You have to accept the fact that you are not like everyone else.
Being a dreamer is not easy. It’s not for the faint of heart. But I’ve said something like this before, here.
Dreams can be snuffed out if they’re locked away in an airtight container or ‘real life’.
Isn’t it odd how quickly we give up our dreams? How they end up by the way side? To Britt’s question I say, there’s nothing wrong with having dreams.
I’m a self-proclaimed dreamer. And that may be weird to some of you. But I embrace my weird.
My big dream is finishing my novel, being recognized as a best selling author some day. My small dream is to write every day.
I know … it’s kind of a single track. But like my kids this past week, hanging out in the front yard while darkness descended; chasing fireflies … I am chasing my dream …
I’d love to hear from you … What fireflies will you pursue? What dreams will you reignite?
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