Last week, I took my boys to the Texas Sculpture Garden. It was a lovely visit. I was hoping to see an element of service in one of the sculptures, and I wasn't disappointed.
It was a three paneled piece with human images sculpted through-out, each on a path towards the top. Each struggling or helping another.
The boys and I sat down and started talking about the pieces we liked the most. My six-year old loved the panther and the red lady. I mentioned one had service in it and he wanted us to go see it again.
What we talked most about was the carved person in the upper right of the piece, the being that had made it to the very top. And, he had made it there first. We talked about what it is like when we are "first"--like in a race or finishing a game. We usually cheer and feel great about it. The image here is reaching his hands down to help the person behind him.
Why would he do that? When can we tell if it is okay to celebrate or if we should be turning around to see if someone else needs help? Has someone done that for us? What do we get out of helping?
We talked about why the artist entitled it "Perseverance" and what that means.
It was an awesome conversation!
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