My oldest son turns nine today. He runs loudly and carries a big stick. Literally everywhere he goes outdoors (and indoors if I don’t have my Spidey senses engaged) he carries a stick.
Recently his overzealous little brother put his favorite stick through the mulcher by accident. He couldn’t know. He doesn’t share his brother’s enthusiasm for stick companionship. All the sticks look the same to him and they all belong in the mulcher.
The birthday boy was livid. And then devastated. He proceeded into a 10 minute rant on how he would never find another stick as good as that one. We live on 18 acres of Michigan woods. It will be warm in winter here before we run out of sticks.
The next day he runs up to me panting. “Guess what! I found an even better stick!”
If I could gift my not-so-little boy anything for his ninth birthday it would be the belief that things are always getting better. And if for some reason his stick (job, partner, house, etc…) goes missing, if he just believes that something better is on the way and keeps his eyes open for it, it will be here in no time.