Every little boy (and girl) loves them. In our house they are represented in varying sizes, shapes and textures. Some are long, others are shorter. Some are thin and rough and are bandied about in twirling, frenetic fashions. Others, however, are stocky, smooth and are useful for solid, quick jabs and are more realistic for taking with you in the car, on a walk, and, yes, to a family photo shoot. Sticks.
Sticks collected from a nearby nature trail – around us they are plentiful and frequently visited. Sticks nabbed from a neighbor’s or friend’s yard – a souvenir of sorts from a play date. Sticks from parks and even a stick from a trip to Arizona – a stick lovingly and diagonally padded inside a checked suitcase and brought out of the toy box for special occasions.
Yes, I said toy box. I know, a little boy playing with sticks may not seem particularly unique. However, I am not sure how many treasure their outdoor finds quite like G does. Every stick- well, every stick his mother allows him – he has kept from his ramblings and filled toy boxes. Balls, plastic toys,and wooden blocks are set aside so that the go-to toy for G on any occasion is the stick du jour.
While playing with G yesterday in his pop-up tent, he began to collect a smattering of sticks from here and there, from a couple of stashes upstairs. Somehow, he had the right job for each stick. One was a fishing pole, another was a shovel. A narrow, curved one was the obvious choice for a nimble bow. The arrows were swift and imaginary. G found a sword, a spoon for a stuffed buddy and a flashlight – all made from his imagination and sticks.
I began to make application. Why are sticks such a big deal to G? There are a few reasons, I think.
- It’s personal. He has found them all by himself and even more importantly, he has carefully chosen them for their intrinsic and special qualities. Not just any stick comes home, only the ones which are specifically chosen to fulfill a task.
- Sticks are infinitely malleable to any task at hand. By malleable, you understand, I do not mean the sticks themselves are soft and pliable, but rather they are conducive for open-ended play. His mind and imagination are malleable as he plays with a small piece of wood, once as a weapon, then as a flying broom stick. The next time it is a musical instrument- a flute or an alpenhorn.
- They are from nature. They have texture. They are real. They are legitimate objects, not a toy or a modified version of something. They are not fabricated in a factory. They are from God.
And here, in G’s pop-up tent is where I began to reflect on this simple thought. God offers us daily something real, not artificial, but authentic, created. God throws blessings down upon us daily. Thousands of little things for us to make use of, millions of tiny things for us to glory in. They are a myriad of promises on which our imagination and gratitude may stretch and grow. Why do I spend my time preoccupied with the artificially fabricated things? Sticks. Blessings scattered about on the ground. G claims them as his own, takes them home and knows just how to appreciate them.
Dear Father, thank you for providing G with sticks. Help me to truly see as I gather together my daily blessings scattered around like the endless sticks upon the ground.