This morning, my three-year-old son asked me if I needed to “take a space.”
At our house, “taking a space” means taking a break from whatever is frustrating you or making you mad. Generally speaking, it’s Mama and Dada’s way of saying, “Dude. Calm your ride.”
It’s nice-speak, in other words, for a time-out.
But today was different because the question of space was directed toward me. I was the one who needed to calm down. I was the one who needed to go to her room for two minutes and take deep breaths and remember how much I love my kid, even when he knocks down Mama’s side table with her perfectly stacked books and coinciding bookmarks, even when he continues to run around the room with said books and bookmarks yelling, “Giddy-up! Giddy-up!”
Like I said, I needed to take a space.
But then a crazy thing happened: It actually worked.
When I removed myself from the already-escalating situation, my insides calmed. I closed my eyes and thought about how I want to respond and not react, in every area of my life. I thought about how much I really do love the little dude, and how I want to be a most fleshy version of Jesus not just to him but to every human I meet.
And that’s when it hit me: I could take a space every single day. Friends, we could take a space every single day.
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