On Being Grateful for Limits
We live in a culture that resents limits. Where we tell our kids, “You can be anything you want to be; you can do anything you set your mind to.”
But my brother is very colorblind and cannot become a pilot. I have food allergies that limit where and what I can eat. Asthma, allergies, height, eyesight, the need for sleep and food, all place limits on our lives.
And our choices limit us even more.
I choose to be a stay-at-home mom which limits us financially. Choices regarding schooling, relationships, careers and where we live also place limits around us.
It’s not that many limits can’t, or shouldn’t, be overcome.
It’s that perhaps we should stop acting like limits are beyond us. Like we’re superhuman.
Perhaps we should be grateful for what limits can do for us. For the humility they bring. For the dependance on others they foster. For the grace they imply.
Are there any limits you’re grateful for?