Ordinary. I am completely ordinary. I have an ordinary marriage, 3 ordinary kids, 2 ordinary dogs, in an ordinary house, drive an ordinary minivan (so ordinary, in fact, that I have to open the trunk with the key fob in the grocery store parking lot because of all the other ordinary minivans). Our kids go to an ordinary public school, we attend a ordinary church, in an ordinary community in Kansas. I live in Kansas, for real what’s more ordinary than that?
“Wait!” I can hear you saying it. You want to tell me all the extraordinary things about being ordinary. Don’t worry, I’m a slow learn, but I’m getting there. That is what Five for Flying is all about, seeking the extraordinary amidst the mundane ordinary of every day family life.
Our littlest one is fascinated with “bas” in case you don’t speak toddler that’s “birds.” She loves to watch them fly, she loves watching them hop along the ground. My big kids have already sorted “bas” into the ordinary category. They see the birds everyday. They wake them up in the morning, they poop on their bikes, and take over the tree in our front yard twice a year as they migrate. It’s as if they don’t even see them anymore. But Millie… she LOVES them. She shakes with excitement when she sees them up close, and stretches her little body as high as she can to see them flying out the car window. To her, the birds, such an ordinary creation, are simply extraordinary.
Perhaps the birds, and baby Millie, have it right. Birds were created for one very specific thing, to fly. They are the only creatures on this early that can do it. Flying… now that’s extraordinary. Humans worked for centuries to perfect the art of flying, and still we can’t do it nearly as well as our little hollow boned friends. Because we weren’t created to fly. It’s as simple as that. As those sweet little chirping birds grow, and get stronger, they begin to find their wings. With a great example, a gentle push, and a whole lot of faith in what they were created to do, who they were created to be, they jump, and then they fly. No, not ordinary at all.
Maybe, like those little birds, all I really need to do to be extraordinary, is to embrace the ordinary, and seek what I created to do, who I was created to be. If the birds can do it, maybe so can I. I hope you’ll join me on this little journey. I hope you’ll share your story, and help remind all of us that all it takes to go from ordinary to extraordinary is a little push, a little faith, and a whole lot of knowing that we have actually been extraordinary all along.
Welcome to Five for Flying.