I was driving to Agape earlier this morning and snapping at Gus for whining at me while I was trying to drive. I had already snapped at him a few times since we’d been up. I blame it on the world taking away an hour of my sleep last night. I turned on the radio to distract him and a political ad was playing. The thought hit me, “what if I knew Gus was going to be to be the next president? How would it effect how I treated him?”
What if we all knew who our kids were going to become when we got them? What if we were all told our children were destined for greatness? How would our perceptions change?
Chaka Khan was there this morning. Yes, this is what happens when you live in Los Angeles. She got up and talked a bit about her foundation to help at-risk women and kids. She had a few of her kids with her. At the end, she pointed to one of them and said, “You never know. Your doctor may be sitting right there.”
Me and Chaka Khan are on the same page today. That’s one of the weirdest sentences I’ve ever wrote.
She’s right, though. The surgeon who might be able to save your life when you need it could be in the making sitting in that chair behind you. You’re not thinking about this, though. You’re thinking that you wish they’d quit kicking the back of your chair and that they would talk quieter. Quit being so distracting. Sit still.
I don’t mean to get all “I believe the children are our future” on you this morning, but I can’t seem to help myself. Because, well, they are. We have no idea whose life we are holding in the palm of our hands. It could be the next president. It could be the next great scientist or the doctor who finds a cure for cancer. The next schoolteacher who reaches kids who previously had been unreachable. The firefighter who will be the one to save you from a fire when you are trapped. Just think about it for a second today and I guarantee you will look at your children a little differently. I know I will be.