Appreciating Immaturity

''If they were just to realize…'' as I said to myself.

March 1, 2013. I’ve witnessed a grade school party, a post-valentine party which was like a high school promenade. And I can say that I have a few comments about that event.

First and foremost, Philippines is not poor. There are many little girls, well I think almost all of them, who wore pretty and costly gowns—gowns of different color, texture and fluffiness. The little boys are also at their best vests and suits with matching naughty hairstyles. Second? The parents who are full of effort on being like somewhat PA’s (personal alalays) of their prettiest and handsomest child in the whole wide universe, parents who are much more excited to dance than their children, parents who manages to smile for their children in the middle of  scorching heat. Third and the last thing I've observe and want to elaborate is the little girls who didn’t act like their age.

They didn’t act their age not in the manner that they are acting childish because they were, still, children. They didn’t act their age because they act like mature one especially the girls. They act like they are teenagers. They are much more concern about their appearances—the make-up, the jewelries, the dress. In the manner they eat, everyone can see their finesse, which is not wrong of course.

What am I complaining? None. I’m not feeling envy.

The girls… They act like they’re teens, mature enough to handle things.

Thinking about that, I saw myself years ago. I watch those kids, those girls as if I’m watching myself. During those times, I wanted the time to pass by quickly so that I can be at the right age. Then my guardians could allow me to do the things I wanted to do. Then I would be able to decide for myself, and then I would, finally, be happy. And that’s what I thought.

                                                                               

Good for me, time didn't go by fast. As I grow, I realized that right things come in place when you learn how to wait. And deciding? It’s hard, for every choice has its respective outcome. Yes, there maybe regrets. I can say that I didn't live my life grade school life to its full, enjoying things such as playing, having intimate group of friends—living a youngster life without worries, without problems, without anxiety. I should have enjoyed those times. But still, I’m thankful that I have come to think and realize of these thoughts I’m writing now. If I were not, then I don’t have anything to write, to observe to notice, and to comment about. Well, seriously, if I were not, I wouldn't have learned. I wouldn't have anything to share with kids to enjoy every time they had. I wouldn't have comprehended playful and mischievous kids around me.

For now, I appreciate the time I have for it can never be turn back, once passed. It can never be bought nor be created .it can only be used efficiently—not having regrets. Things come perfectly when there’s patience. This time is appropriate for my priorities: God, family, ministry and studies. God knows my need and I know He’ll give me what I deserve at the perfect time.

I hope these girls and boys enjoy their early days. I anticipate that these kids, in their upbringing, do what they want and just be themselves. They don’t have to be too excited with the future that they’re acting like mature individuals. They have to learn how to breathe. They gotta learn how to pray quietly, to cry when necessary, to laugh uncontrollably and to live with bliss till infinity.

“Now, I realized…” as I said to myself.