Being a kid was easy. Stress was something that happened when the velcro on your shoes didn’t stick. Decisions were always made the same way; “eeny-meeny-miney-mo,” no matter how big or small the decision. You always had someone on your side; older siblings were the worst tormentors, but also the fiercest protectors. Life commitments were followed by the ritual of solemnly declaring “honest promise cross my heart, if I lie you can poke a needle in my eye.” (Mom never liked it when we would say “cross my heart, hope to die,” so we went to the less brutal version… poking eyes.) When we would hit or punch a sibling too hard and they started to cry we would make a deal that they could punch us just as hard or harder so they wouldnt go tell mom and dad; so all teary eyed we would wind up and slug each other. Simple problem solving.
I sometimes get lost when I watch young children playing. I sometimes wish I could just have one day in the life of a young child again. Some differences between kids and adults:
– When adults hear music they love, they know they can’t carry a tune and dont have much rhythm, so they sit self-consciously and listen. Kids feel the beat and move to it. They sing out the words. If they don’t know them, they make them up.
– Kids think you can get anything. They are really funny. You tell kids, “We’re going to have three swimming pools.” And they say, “Yeah. Three. One each. Stay out of my swimming pool.” See, they start dividing them up right away, but adults are not like that. Adults say, “Three swimming pools? You’re out of your mind. Most people don’t even have one swimming pool. You’ll be lucky to get a tub in the back yard.” You notice the difference?
Enough of my rambling. Kids are so cool.