The past two or three years have been filled with all sorts of “Rites of Passage” for me.
Remember when a ‘rite of passage’ was something simple like learning to ride a bike? Getting to shave (and needing to shave) for the first time? Losing a baby tooth?
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Those were simple and mostly joyful.
There were other ‘rites of passage’.
How about: Losing a pet? Breaking up with a girl/boyfriend? Failing an important test? Scraping the side of your dad’s car against another car?
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Then there are more and more big and little, joyful and painful rites of passage.
The point is this: Rites come in all sizes and impact us all in different ways. Each rite we go through reminds us how vulnerable we are, how hopeful we can be, and how much we need each other.
So, Here's to the “Rites of Passage”!
May the ones we survive make us stronger,
may the ones that hurt the most
make us kinder,
and the ones that take our breath away
bring us closer to
whom we should be.