I noticed a little boy at the grocery once. He must not have been any older than 5, as he was still shorter than the shopping cart he was pushing around the aisles. He looked so cute that I didn’t realize the oddness of a little boy shopping by himself among the oldies. He was adding to his growing stash of items when his parents came and angrily scolded him, “There you are! We’ve been looking for you! Give that to me!” They took his cart and parked it, still full of the boy’s selections.
Sometimes I feel like that boy, pushing my cart of choices, a cart that is much larger than I am. I don’t mind that everyone around me seems like a giant and I haven’t really thought of how I’m going to pay for it all. I don’t know a lot of things, but I do know I wouldn’t have it any other way.