Sometimes I forget how much fun it was to be a kid. Despite my efforts, I grew up. OK, maybe I shouldn’t even try to phrase it that way. I COULD NOT WAIT to grow up! As a little girl, I would dream of being a wife and mommy or having a grand career of different sorts. I greatly desired to run my own home and make a difference in the world in whatever way I could manage. I don’t remember being afraid or trying to fight it at all.
HOWEVER, when the growing up actually happened –I got married, moved into my own home, brought children into the world, and started paying mountains of bills while managing to prepare meals, keep on top of laundry and housework, and not destroy the lives I had been entrusted with. And do you know what I realized? Being a grown up is really freaking hard!
I don’t remember student loans crossing my mind when I would play with my dollies. I think I neglected to shop sales and stick to a tight budget when I would go to the imaginary grocery stores. Heck, since I planned to marry a Backstreet Boy I didn’t even need to worry about money anyway! And wouldn’t you know that all of my sweet, dollbaby children slept through the night –every night!?
But let me just say that I greatly prefer my living, breathing babies to the perfectly tame and well-behaved imaginary ones. I think God gave me these rambunctious little blonds to keep me sane amongst the chaos. Ironic, isn’t it? You can’t say God doesn’t have a sense of humor.
You know why they’re keeping me sane in the stress-infested reality of being a grown up? They remind me to play! They show me how to enjoy the simple things. They laugh and smile. They don’t know how to worry or stress. They just know fun!
You know what they’re doing at this exact moment? We’re outside enjoying the weather and they have fistfuls of leaves held high in the air. Their mouths are open wide and they’re yelling at the sky as they run aimlessly back and forth across the yard. It’s a grand sight!
Playing hide and seek with a two and four year old is the funniest thing an adult can possibly do. If you get the chance, do it. They count together, never in any specific order or to any particular number and then they hunt together. Their investigative voices are enough to make me giggle until my cover is blown. When it’s their turn to hide, I am forced to put on a confused face and check multiple places, knowing that they’re in the exact same spot where they found me on the previous turn. If they ever ventured out to find a new hiding spot, it still wouldn’t be hard to find them because my youngest loves to jump out when she hears me coming and yell, “I found him, Mom!” The older one hates it but still gets caught in a fit of laughter when I discover him.
Now, really, doesn’t that sound much better than doing the dishes? Go play!