My mom made a comment to me this weekend that I’m giving my daughters a lot of great experiences, which got me thinking about the importance of experiences in life. I like myself a lot more when I’m continually pushing myself to experience new things. I feel like it helps me get outside of myself – my own wants and desires and biases.
When I go experience something that makes me momentarily uncomfortable, it produces in me the long-term ability to never be uncomfortable in that experience again. I remember the first time I flew somewhere by myself. It was surreal. Disturbing in its aloneness. Uncomfortable. I’ll never have to do that for the first time again. It’s going to a friend’s house for the first time, and later discovering that you’ve somehow become quite at home there, too.
I have a natural bent towards collecting experiences. I’d rather do something new/different than have a gift on a holiday. I prefer creating a memory to something tangible. So, it’s pretty likely that I’m leading my girls that way because of the enjoyment I get out of it. However, I hope it serves them well in the long run. I’m so much less afraid when I test out the scary waters and get it over with. If I can help them make that a habit early, or even take them through some of those experiences with me, then I hope it means they will be more broadminded, ready to face anything individuals.
My mom also commented to me this weekend that I had become who I had because I hadn’t come “home” after college. It took me by surprise, because it had never crossed my mind to move back home. I think she’s right. I hope all of these experiences are leading me to become more Christlike. I think they are, because the more I can put aside my own prejudices and twisted-heart motives, the more I am able to relate to others – even love them. I hope that’s something I can teach my girls right from the beginning.
Anyway, I need a plan for a new experience. I have an idea, but I’m always looking for more. Got any suggestions?