I am the cliche'...

I’ve always felt pity for the adult who says that a child is the strongest person he or she knows. How unfulfilling of a life, must that adult had that a child is the strongest person they know.

I’ll make the assumption that the imaginary adult I speak of is at least 30 years old. Has at least graduated high school, if not college, grad school even maybe. Traveled possibly…knew more than one language, okay. Has a current passport somewhere, though it might not be accessibly ready, nor even contain one stamp. This person has a passion and has started working their way through their passion. They have life experience. And maybe, not always, but for the most part has enjoyed life and what it has brought their way.

The imaginary child is no greater than 5. Has maybe walked a pre k graduation, complete with miniature cap and gown. He has no true-life experience, except for maybe a character building session on the playground with a bully or two. He has traveled to Disney World and possibly met the mouse, but that would be the highlight of his travel experience. Passion in his world consists of the Backyardigans, Wonder Pets or Caillou.

So again, I ask of you…how is it possible that the strongest person an adult could possibly know, be a child?

I am the cliché. I heard a song this week for the first time. ( If you have read any of blogs, you will notice a consistent link to music in almost all of them. ) Fighter by Gym Class Hero’s is by far my favorite song of the moment. It’s my little boy. It’s my fighter. And he by far, is the strongest person I know.