I LOVE my car, and keeping it clean is no joke. I also love my quiet time....and I love to put my music on the station that I like....and I love keeping my clothes decently in good shape, and all sorts of fantastic things that kids tend to...well....destroy. The first month on the job, after C climbed all over my car and wiped his melted-on-peanut-butter-and-chocolate, gooey, sticky, Reese's Peanut Butter Cup fingers ALL over my beige, pristine car seats...even in the front....well...it was time to settle for the cheap-o Hawaiian seat covers that we all avoid in college. Seriously?? Dang you!!!
As I was coming home from my Grandpa's funeral today (Oh Grandpa, I miss you already...) I was reflecting. What is it about becoming an adult that makes us grumpy, that makes us put up all kinds of walls, and that basically sucks the life right out of us? Why do we get into our comfortable little places and turn into crusty, hardened little sponges? Now, my Grandpa, mind you, was old, but he still had a spark. Everyone that knew him loved the guy. He could find the humor in any situation.
Back to the kids...When I started this job, I didn't expect to be climbing up trees and getting blasted by the water hose and chasing escaped kitty cats around the backyard. I did not anticipate being "taught" ninja moves or being a big, hairy, terrifying monster. I didn't realize how many bags of pirate's booty could possibly be eaten at once. I didn't expect to be jumped on in my comfortable lounge chair at the swimming pool over and over again so I could tickle someone's feet. I also didn't expect to be called mean or to have to chase a five year old through a busy intersection just because he wasn't listening or paying attention. I thought they would clean up after themselves, eat with manners, and wipe their faces all because I was doing an awesome job. I thought a lot of things....whether or not I thought I was thinking them. :)
Basically, I am realizing from these kids that they know how to life LIFE. They engage with it, every moment of it. Making them wait around for five minutes is like torture....thats like 12 years in adult time. When they eat, it gets all over their faces, and they aren't worried about how it makes them look, because they are enjoying it!!! Their smiles are huge and that is all the more charming. :) They climb as high as they can up the trees without worrying about what might happen or how they are going to get down. When they ask you questions, the questions are often very straight forward. When they leave big messes, it is because they are so excited to start the next activity that the thought of slowing down and doing something like "cleaning" doesn't even make sense. They don't worry about making inappropriate comments, because they are too innocent to realize that what they are saying may or may not be considered "rude" or PC. They are just being honest....and I love that. When they play, they aren't afraid that everyone is watching them. They will enact battle scenes all alone...where they are the hero and they are fighting imaginary beasts. When they play together, they all feed off of each other's enthusiasm. :)
I LOVE kids. I could go on forever. I love them because they remind me that life is to be lived, to be engaged in, and to take chances. I feel like I, too often, am saying things like "Oh be careful!" "No don't play with the hose because it costs a lot of money to run it and you will be freezing cold and wet!" "Go play with your friends! (in other words, give me some peace!)" Give me some peace?!...that doesn't come by not engaging with the kids or saying NO all the time. Kids know how to PLAY. And PLAY is what we are missing when we "grow up". And peace, well, doesn't that come by finding the joy in life and letting go of our worries? (and by keeping the commandments, of course....)
Anyway, I love my job. I really do. And I am thankful to be learning some great life lessons from kids that haven't even "lived life" yet. Thank goodness for kids!!
