What I love about kids is how they so innocently and sweetly pull me back into the moment. When I am overwhelmed or stressed, it can all be softened by a tiny hand cupping my cheek, an arm around my neck, a tug of my hair, a hug to my leg, a silly smirk, a soft giggle, sloppy kisses, or a simple childish “I ‘lub’ you”. These little things remind me of where I am and what is actually at task for the moment. And the answer is that I am here for them right now. It is my job, and I love it. Most days, anyway.
Another thing I love about kids is that I can act totally silly and they absolutely love it! Little people love who I really am! A child at heart, that’s me! So, I’m immature. That’s beside the point. I can’t sing. I screech. They love it when I screech. I can’t dance. I look kind of like the Energizer bunny on steroids having seizures. But they love it. And you know what? They laugh. They dance. And they sing with me and give me big bear hugs for being silly and fun. I hate it when people walk in us acting like this because I know they think I’m crazy!
Kids remind me to let loose, to kick up my heels. They teach me how to let the music just seep into my soul and get my groove on. They might be little, but they know that dancing feels good. It makes everything better. Our troubles disappear, and obstacles don’t seem nearly as intimidating. Kids teach me to just drop everything (except them!) and dance in the moment. They show me that it’s ok to laugh when someone farts, even if it’s me. By golly if they have a boogie bugging them, they just ram their little finger up their nose and grab that sucker and fling it! Even when I tell them it’s gross, they still do it. And you have to love a kid that knows if you’re going sit in poop, there’s no use crying about it!
I was feeling a little on the stressed side of things today. CCR’s “Down On The Corner” came on the radio. I looked at these two kids and grabbed each of them by the hands and started shaking my wild thing! We all three started laughing and spinning. We made up some crazy dance moves.
Those two have some signature moves. The other two kids danced as well, but every time I tried to take their pictures, they sat down. I guess they were more interested in a photo shoot.
We jumped up and down, clapping and stomping to the beat. Well, maybe only sort of to the beat. But, we had a great time. we giggled and rolled on the floor. We exhausted ourselves. Then we topped it off with a pizza party. And then, they took a nap. I would have loved one…but I was the one on duty. Aren’t you jealous that I get to play every day?