A few weeks ago, a friend sent me this.
I won’t summarize it for you. It’s something you just need to go see. Because that second image? It blows my mind. And the third? It makes me want to soar. And the fourth and the fifth, oh how I have been there.
I scrolled and scrolled and when I got to the bottom I wished there were more.
I read the intro and felt that same set of feelings that I always feel when I witness the work of a young genius. Awe. Fascination. A little bit of jealousy.
And, in recent years, curiosity. How did that kid get there? What did his parents do?
What can I do?
I scrolled down to the comments, looking for some expressions of awe and amazement that could help me process what I was seeing and I started to read.
Of course, there were the negative comments. The ones that insisted that the images were not designed by the fourteen year old. There were the comments that credited expensive photo editing software, and the boys’ fortune in getting his hands on such a program. There were comments suggesting that his parents did nothing more than toss some money at the situation.
But before I got to all of those, I read this one: “He can do this quality of work because he’s never been told its impossible for him to do it.”
And in my scrolling, I found this too, “He might even have had encouragement in being told that nothing is impossible for him.”
I’m not aiming to raise a pair of geniuses. I don’t intend to care a lick about how many languages my two will speak and by when. I don’t plan to pressure them to play perfect piano pieces or become a prima ballerina or create stunning self portraits by the age of fourteen.
But I firmly believe that this kind of magic, the seeds of this kind of brilliance, live within all of us as a love or a passion or a vision that is as core to who we are as the blood that courses through our veins, and just as important. And I want to do my part, my very important part, to create the conditions for those seeds to grow within the two little people I brought into this world. I want to see their passions flourish.
I want to tell my children that nothing is impossible. I want to lead by example and show my children that nothing is impossible.
Because, truly, nothing is impossible.
If you need proof that all things are possible, pick up the book closest to you and crack that spine. All things are possible between the pages of a good book.
Tell me in the comments what book convinced you (or convinces you) that all things are possible. One lucky commenter will be randomly selected (using random.org) to win a $25 gift card to Barefoot Books!
Winner will be announced on Monday!
(fine print: the giveaway is open only to residents of the US and Canada)
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