Kids are funny people. I love them, boiled, fried or baked, they’re delicious.
Seriously, I do love kids, in fact I used to be one myself. That was long ago and far away but I don’t think you ever lose your inner kid if you’re lucky. I have found that occasionally I need a kid fix to nourish mine. The world of adults doesn’t feed and fertilize the imagination needed to keep the inner child alive and kicking.
When I start feeling too adult and my imagination starts to dull, I try to spend some quality time with a little one. I sometimes feel like the villains in many of the children’s stories who try to rejuvenate themselves by sucking the youth out of their young victims. I wouldn’t intentionally steal even one minute of their childhood which is already too short. I just need a little of their energy to charge my aging batteries. It doesn’t hurt them a bit since they produce energy like little nuclear reactors and can’t possibly use all they produce. It does me a world of good though. Five minutes with a bunch of kids and my feet stop hurting. Ten minutes and my posture has improved and the arthritis in my fingers eases up. I start to notice small things that I might not have noticed in the adult world. Bugs and flowers become fascinating again. I know I’m fully charged when I get silly. When was the last time you were silly? Has it been that long?
You remember — the roll on your back, kick your feet in the air and giggle until you have trouble breathing kind of silly. Older people need that occasionally just to balance the all too easy to find problems that pile up daily. One good silly session can balance a whole bunch of those problems.
Bless the leaders, 4H and Scout leaders who take the time and have the patience to show kids how to build useful objects, gaining patience and skills that they can use to build their lives. I used to judge woodworking at the Youth Fair. One little guy made my night. He had made a flower press with the rest of his club. I don’t think his heart was truly into his project. He was a burly little guy and pressing flowers didn’t look like his thing. I commented on the peace sign he had painted on it and noticing that he had layers of cardboard with flowers between them in his press, I asked him what he was going to do with the flowers when they were all dried. He looked at me, kind of squinked his eye and said curtly, “Throw ‘em out.” My batteries runneth over.
Thought for the week — A smile is an inexpensive way to improve your looks. — Andy Rooney
Until next week, may you and yours be happy and well.
Reach Dick Brooks at Whittle12124@yahoo.com.