We all live by some kind of soundtrack that plays through a running loop of thoughts as we navigate our days.
Standing in the doorway, four-year old Logan crossed his arms as his favorite superman cape whipped in the wind. His eyes reflected a hero as he crooned a victory while crossing the threshold into the house.
He was just happy to be alive.
“We are the Champions, my friend. We’ll keep on fighting until the end.”
Maybe it wasn’t Superman’s favorite song, but it was Logan’s favorite and he sang it all the time.
He sang it in the grocery store.
He belted it out in the bathroom.
And sometimes in the grocery store bathroom.
I often found myself apologizing to chuckling men as they exited the room. One man looked at me and smiled.
“Don’t apologize. That kid is going somewhere.”
You know, I think he is right.
Logan’s go-getter approach to life has always amazed me. Unlike my awkward public encounters (and to anyone reading this who has had the joy of an impromptu public conversation with me — I’m sorry. It doesn’t get better the longer you’ve known me.) While I have a tendency to hide in the clothing racks unless people have already seen me, Logan readily shakes hands with everyone he meets.
He doesn’t even care if he knows them.
In fact, he is proud to have been named as head door greeter at Veterans Elementary.
Early in the school year, Logan brought me his Leadership application, which lists a variety of jobs that kids can apply for in the building. From library helpers (which is where I work) to daily announcers who give the next day’s menu and weather report — it’s a great way for kids to gain confidence and responsibility.
And Logan wanted to be a morning door greeter.
“But don’t you want to work in the library with me?”
No. He wanted to be a door greeter.
“What about being an announcer? That would be cool!”
Nope. He wanted to open the door and tell people good morning when they walk into the building. There’s certainly nothing wrong with that but I just wanted him to choose something that would make his personality shine.
I didn’t see it yet, but this was the perfect job for Logan.
Be it a groggy Monday or a sunny Friday, he stands at the door with a smile and a handshake or a high five. He rushes out to help people whose hands are full. He has been recognized by people at the school board and was given a Most Valuable Player award on Veterans Leadership Day.
That’s because even though he doesn’t randomly belt out We Are the Champions anymore, Logan still lives by that winning soundtrack.
We all live by some kind of soundtrack that plays through a running loop of thoughts as we navigate our days. Logan’s is generally upbeat, and he is always ready to take on the world.
If mine were to be a Queen song, I am pretty sure — especially lately — it would Melancholy Blues, with some kind off-key ukulele solo before my morning coffee.
Honestly though, I believe the sound of our thoughts dictate how we see the world.
Me, in the morning as I get ready for work:
“I look like a whale in this dress.”
Me, at work:
“How did I screw that up? I’m such an idiot!”
Me, while cooking dinner and scrolling through Facebook:
“Oh crap. Can someone turn off that fire alarm?”
And I am just starting to notice how my attitude versus Logan’s attitude, affects our approach to life. He dives right in while I sort of tiptoe into the water. He is positive that each hand he shakes will be greeted by someone who wants to shake it back, but I timidly offer myself to people with great fear that I am not good enough.
Truthfully, he is the winner.
Granted he is eight years old and doesn’t have to worry about getting the bills paid on time, or be responsible for the lives and well-being of two children he brought into the world, but I hope he will maintain this positive attitude his entire life.
He’s going to be the champion of his life. Even on bad days, and through hard times. As for me, I hope to learn a new song.