What we choose to believe…

What we choose to believe... by Keri Kettle

My grandmother had 7 kids and I am the oldest of her gazillion grandchildren.  When I was younger we used to take an extended family trip to Disneyland each year with all the aunts, uncles and cousins.

One year, my youngest cousin, Jessi, was four and so excited to meet all the characters from her favorite cartoons.  Her older siblings and cousins teased her for thinking they were real, pointing out that they were just people in a costume.  But youngest children develop superpowers for fighting off the cynicism and dream-bursting of the older ones.

In front of the older cousins she announced that she wasn’t a baby, she knew that the characters are just people pretending.  She saw that Pluto had a zipper up the back of his furry costume and she wasn’t fooled.  Then she whispered to her mom, quietly, “But I know Mickey is real, he doesn’t have a zipper.”  Her mom assured her that she was right.

We can choose to believe that the world is going to hell in a hand basket, that everyone is just pretending to be nice and that magic isn’t real.

Or we can choose to believe that when we are kind it gives us good parking karma to find a space close to the entrance at Target, even on a Saturday afternoon.

We can choose to believe that spending five minutes in the red chairs under the twinkle lights before heading to the school science fair will prepare our nervous systems for the onslaught of adolescent hormones and energy.

We can choose to believe that we will be cranky, exhausted and annoyed today or we can choose to believe we will be delighted and surprised by the beauty and the wonder we find.

Brain research tells us that we see what we choose to see.  I choose Mickey and twinkle lights and magic.

How about you?

Please share your thoughts.