My seven-year-old was sitting on my lap as my wife took the stage to do a monologue during the morning worship–an excellent rendition of common self-talk many who do not feel like they measure up. She used a cup to demonstrate this.
“Life is good when it is full,” she said and filled the cup with water from a pitcher. “It tastes good,” and she drinks some of the water. “The cup is half full,” and she smiles. “But there are other times when life is draining and the cup goes empty.”
She hangs the empty cup from her hand by the handle. “Sometimes life can feel like it lets you go and you fall and hit the ground hard. Life is shattered and full of broken pieces.”
She let the cup fall. It hit the floor. My seven-year-old leaned into me and whispered into my ear, “I’ve had that happen to me.”
Startled at first as to how a seven-year-old could have had such a life experience, I chose to validate his words by merely saying, “Me too.”
But I am anxious to follow up with him on how he sees himself in the fallen cup so I might refill him again.
I did follow up with AJ and he said that sometimes he feels like in life no one notices him. I must admit middle children often feel this way whether it is real or perceived. I don’t want AJ to feel that way so I told him how precious he is and asked how we can work on changing those feelings … together.
I hope our conversation put a little more love in his heart’s cup.