I tend to write and talk about my sister, Claire a lot. That only shows how much she means to me... and how much I learn from her. Yes, she is only 8 years old, but her innocence to the world and her drive to learn more about the world we live in thrills me. Life to them is just a playground. Everyday means something new... a new place... a new adventure but then at the same time it means doing the exact same thing over and over again....
Thank God for the sunshine that has been coming out these last few days ...
( Minus today of course--because it is pouring rain and freezing out, Brrrrr.... ) Claire was so antsy to get outside and play. From exploring her trails and paths in the backyard (..which is a HUGE forest preserve area ) to riding her bike around the neighborhood with her little friends.
Through the eyes of a child: It is fun, I will even go as far as saying thrilling to them to be out and about. It's nice enough out to play. I don't need a coat..Who cares if my boots get wet and muddy... Mom will clean them. "OH POOP! I think that's deer poop... oh wait.. maybe rabbit poop actually." Deeply emerged into the nature right in front of them.. creating their own little world... no worries besides where to turn next in this maze of corn/weeds and other shrubs...
Through the eyes of a 22 year old: It's cold outside still... I may need mittens my hands are frozen...There are puddles everywhere which means my boots will get wet and muddy. There is an assortment of poop from several different animals all through out the trail that you have to dodge. I am not as small as a 8 year old and cannot fit through all the turns and trails like she can....
Now why is it that we think like that? Why cant I just be thrilled as much as she is... and be out there jumping in the puddles and playing in the well..... poop I guess? ha.
Another thing I did this weekend was created about 40 paper airplanes... you name the color, we made it. While babysitting Claire we even managed to construct an entire airport out of paper... the waiting room... the runway... everything. ( I guess the creative bug runs in the family...ha ) So as I am( 22 years of age) standing in the loft throwing paper airplanes off the balcony... through the fan onto the floor into the living room.. I am not going to lie to you, I really enjoyed this whole moment. The construction of the airplanes and the the thrill of watching it fly through the air and land perfectly on the runway you made... SO FUN.... but reality check hits when the 8 year old looks at you and says, " I'm hungry... when are you going to order the pizza?" Ha... I am the adult....so I have to order the pizza and pay the man. Well it was fun while it lasted....
I think every once and a while.... we need to step back and bring back our inner child and live life through a child's eyes. Seems easy but really its not. It's hard to step back from the reality of the world around you and set yourself in the imagination of a child. Its fun and even better when you have a little one to influence you and test your imagination. Don't be afraid to get on their level and see through their eyes.
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