A virtue I learned about from the children at Step by Step |
Within
this twenty-first century world dwells a generation of skeptics. From
hard-knuckled business climbing ruthlessly to the top of the corporate ladder to
students competing in the ring of academic success, many today have grown numb
to belief and loyalty. We are harsh critics of others, and our minds,
cultivated in the eras after the Enlightenment, always desire empirical
evidence before embracing belief.
Yet
there is an innate part of human nature that longs to trust. We all crave
acceptance, to belong to a group and to entrust ourselves to them. During my
first night volunteering at Step by Step, I saw this truth about human nature
illustrated from the moment I walked in the door.
When
I arrived, I received an assignment to work in the three and four year olds’
room, to watch and care for those children while their mothers participated in
a Bible study and fellowship time. Within the first ten or fifteen minutes, I
noticed a little Hispanic girl entering. She seemed anxious, and clung to her
mother’s side. I went over to her and began to engage her in conversation,
beckoning her to come play with us. Despite her reluctance, I managed to
convince the shy little girl to come sit in my lap and watch the others play.
For
several minutes she sat quietly, clearly a bit overwhelmed by the rambunctious
children. I knew that I needed to help her feel comfortable, to win her trust
in this new and strange environment. I snagged some matchbox cars, and began to
roll them up her arms, making racecar noises. She looked up at me, and her eyes
met mine. After a evident internal debate, she let go of her inhibitions,
relaxed in my arms, and grinned jubilantly. She had decided to trust.
The
rest of the night we played happily together. She pulled me along as we did
each activity, begging to sit in my lap again, to play baby dolls with me, to
hear my clap of approval when she went down the slide. I helped her with her
craft, explained the Bible story to her, and played with her in the playroom we
went into. Before she left, she gave me a huge hug and again gave me that
trusting smile.
Despite
her rough background—a teenage mother, chaotic home life, and childhood likely characterized
by transition—this young girl had swiftly trusted. She longed to believe, to
entrust herself to another for acceptance. Though she probably had every reason
to remain within herself, she gave in to her nature that compelled her to
believe and trust.
This
ability amazed me with its power and beauty. It is human nature to believe, and
ultimately this cannot be suppressed, despite a skeptic culture. The powerful
force of trust can build community for single mothers who have none, bring a
smile to a child’s face, and draw people together, both in their humanity and
ability.