When I was a little girl, I used to dream I was a princess. I fantasized about the day my father’s kingdom would be mine. The riches. The palace. The beautiful clothes. The horses. Every princess has beautiful white steeds, right?
At the time, I didn’t realize my fantasy would one day come true – just not in the way I expected.
Have you ever seen a young child play with bubbles? When I blow bubbles for my four year old, she chases the bubbles around the yard trying to catch them, all the while squealing and laughing with glee.
“Playing bubbles” is one of her favorite pastimes. Gracie will drop just about any other activity when I bring out the bubbles. She is the perfect example of what it is to take delight in something.
I remember the day I was transferred to the gifted program in 8th grade. I felt so smart! Like every other thirteen year old, I loved to hear validation that I wasn’t just ordinary. I was special. I was gifted.
That feeling of wanting to be something special tends to follow us into adulthood. We don’t want to be ordinary. We want others to recognize that we have some gift to give to the world.