When I was an infant at my mother's breast, I gurgled and cooed like any infant. When I grew up, I left those infant ways for good.
~ 1 Corinthians 13:11 (Msg)
Being childlike is not the same as being childlike.
As a child, new to the world, exploring, playing, running, jumping from high places, putting your fingers where they don't belong, dancing uninhibitedly to music... These are all things that we used to do.
A child, a toddler, he bends down, fingers and holds something, looks at you and waves the thing in glee, laughing. Growing up, his curiosity isn't easily sated--what's this, why, how long, really?? His imagination is wild, colorful and incredible.
Learning from mistakes and imitating others--usually a hero or friend--he's actually discovering himself.
What happened to the propensity to pretend, to try, to do things without fear, to do the things you enjoy, to dream, to learn from teachers, to make your parents happy, to wake up to a new play day everyday!
As we say, growing up, innocence is shed and we're supposed to become wiser and in tune with our mission in life. Yes, lose the childish immaturity. But if we totally shed the childlike-ness, do we become old, wizened and uninteresting? Not even dreaming and imagining?
A child picks himself up after falling. Sure he bawls and cries for daddy. But within the hour, he's up and running again. Even the arm cast is a thing of boasting!
Grow up but don't grow up. You know what I mean?