My birthday is only 3 days away. I'll be 37. 37!!! My son's birthday is tomorrow. He'll be 10. I remember being 10. No cares, no worries.....the only thing to worry about is wanting to go out and play outside. I would love to be that kid again. Playing in the dirt. That was my favorite thing to do at 10. Yup, I was a muddy buddy. I'd play for hours out by our mulberry tree. Making little towns. My mom has a picture of me and this kid in a big hole of mud. I have the biggest smile on my face.
Now, I can not stand being in the dirt. It's amazing what a little maturity will do. If I do dig in the dirt I have my gardening gloves on so I don't get my hands dirty. My question is this...."When do we as adults stop playing in the dirt?" I mean, what makes us stop enjoying life? We get so wrapped up in work, home stuff, kid school stuff and life we forget what it means to have fun. I want to have fun! I want to enjoy my life as if I were 10 again. Looking at things with young eyes. Seeing how a 10 year old would see things. Wouldn't that be fun? Now, when my birthday comes in 3 days I'll be excited about turning 37. What is age anyway?
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