Suzy has become fascinated with watching golf in person. The
Wachovia Championship is going on in Charlotte this week, and we have gone to watch the
Pro-Am on Wednesday, the opening round yesterday, and she has found tickets on
Craig’s List for today’s round. She was never this excited following me around
the gold course, but then again, I never played like Michelson, McIlroy, Haas,
etc. Except for Tiger who bowed out due to a knee injury, just about every current great is playing. Even
Arnold Palmer played in the Pro Am. Suzy has found the child in her, dragging me
around the course like a little sister, tugging at my hand, running ahead, and
looking over her shoulder with a “Come on” look in her face.
No matter how forgotten and neglected there is a child in
all of us. There is a special place in each of us that smells a flower, hears a
tune, sees an old photograph, and suddenly our heart leaps and/or our eyes are
filled with tears. The child in us lives
in a world where nothing is too familiar or unpromising. The child in us
travels a path that winds down a deep
wood and leads us to a world that only we live in. Like Dorothy and her Oz, we keep coming back again to our special
world, because it is where our heart is.
That child in us lives where our dreams can be found. As we
search for meaning, purpose, and fulfillment we need look no further that where
“the child in us” resides.