I never get tired of seeing kids playing in the mud. See mud
piles are the one thing I make
Remember the days when making an apple pie only involved
picking the apples from the tree? Wow,
the work was done by somebody else. I think we should still do that. Find one of
those women on Facebook who loves posting all the recipes and lives to bake.
Pick apples to our hearts delight and leave a note that says “You don’t need to
thank me, just bake me!” And don’t
forget to leave your address!
Ice cream and watermelon, even as an adult we are allowed to
enjoy both but not with the same gusto. We would be laughed at for spitting
seeds and having contests for seeing who can spit them the farthest. Such a
shame when the cost of competitiveness is nothing I do not remember one fist
fight, snarly word or any bullying over watermelon seed spitting. And somehow I
think if I suggested it to my female friends they would think my slice had been
soaking in alcohol. And when the ice cream truck comes by, I miss screaming. I
am not afraid to admit I love it and why not shout about it? Repression is a bad thing.
The fascination with bugs, clouds, outer space and wild
animals seems to fade. Why? The wonders of nature should hold our fascination
always. God’s miracles are reminders we
are not in control and something is much bigger than us that is good and
beautiful. For some reason we get colored and start seeing the world more musty
instead of in living color. This is something that should never be lost.
Does society force you to fit in to some norm of what an
adult is when in God’s eyes we are all his children? If you lived only one day,
would you be concerned if the actions you took were mature enough to fit adult
norms or would you just let go of expected standards and have fun? I hope
that the answer is you would seek the freedom to let your inner child shine
through.
The reality is there is a way to balance being an adult and
still allow your childhood to be an active part of your life. Joy is ingrained
in freedom to be you and not be so caught up in fitting in and losing the
ability to express yourself and discovery. You can set the stage for others to
follow. If they don’t, let them wonder why you are different and live in their
straight jacket of conformity of adulthood. You were, perhaps, born to make mud
pies, like me!
