If I could dismantle any misconception, it would be the one that says folks who do not have children do not LIKE children. I have heard that time and again. It is not the truth! Please don’t buy into that lie. Sometimes it’s just not God’s will that children be in some of our lives. But I love children – they crack me up!
I was standing at my kitchen window and saw the cutest thing – our neighbors had one of their grandsons over. It was such a warm day – a perfect day to have the little plastic wading pool in the front yard. When I was a kid I had one of those too. Of course as I watched him splashing around, I thought about how much fun I had when I was his age in my little plastic pool.
Choosing moments of bliss is something I’ve tried to do more often. That was definitely a great moment. I enjoy watching kids playing because it makes me feel younger.
In childhood, we press our nose to the pane, looking out. In memories of childhood, we press our nose to the pane, looking in. – Robert Brault
As I watched him splashing around, I couldn’t help but smile.
You know, back in the early 1980’s I had a hamster named Heather. Heather didn’t like to be cooped up in her cage, so I put her in a plastic ball so she could follow me around the house during the day. These big inflatable ball things for the kids made me think of Heather’s little plastic ball! No, I never put her in a pool – her little ball had air holes – that would have been bad… very bad.
Children just have a way about them that make adults smile. They don’t pay much attention to the impression they make and I wish I felt that comfortable. I wish I could just run through the sprinkler. I have a feeling someone would think I had lost my mind if I did that. I wish I didn’t care. Kids don’t care what you think of them – they’re kids. I miss that.
Maybe we should develop a Crayola bomb as our next secret weapon. A happiness weapon. A beauty bomb. And every time a crisis developed, we would launch one. It would explode high in the air – explode softly – and send thousands, millions, of little parachutes into the air. Floating down to earth – boxes of Crayolas. And we wouldn’t go cheap, either – not little boxes of eight. Boxes of sixty-four, with the sharpener built right in. With silver and gold and copper, magenta and peach and lime, amber and umber and all the rest. And people would smile and get a little funny look on their faces and cover the world with imagination. – Robert Fulghum
Watch some children play today… and smile. 😀