How many of us have said, “I wish I was a kid again”? When did we stop? Was it at age ten when we were entering preteens? Was it at age thirteen when we were finally teenagers? When did we stop jumping rope, doing cartwheels on the front lawn, riding our bike with no hands, playing with the hoola hoop, clipping pictures out of a catalog and pasting them onto a room that we drew, playing in the rain, etc.? When did we graduate from Chutes and Ladders to Monopoly?
I guess it’s all part of growing up and maturing, but that doesn’t mean we can’t sometimes bring that little kid out that’s inside of us again. Actually, I didn’t stop doing some of those things, although it’s been a couple of years since I did a cartwheel. Now, for my own safety, I take pleasure in watching my grand daughter do them. But, I still get excited when I go into a toy store or buy a new box of crayons and a coloring book. There’s just something magical about it. Especially at Christmas time.
And do kids really know how to be kids in this day and age? Do they spend hours outside, or are they sitting in front of the computer or TV? Computers can be fun and educational, but they don’t take the place of good old fashioned outdoor or indoor fun, and their time on them should be limited. They need to experience and enjoy the fun we had outdoors. Like catching lightning bugs and putting them in a jar to look at in their rooms when the lights are out. Playing outside until they are so tired they are ready for a warm bath and a good night’s sleep. Jumping in a pile of leaves or having snowball fights. Good wholesome fun.
Now I realize being adults, there’s a time and a place for everything, and we have to act somewhat professional when we’re at work, but when we’re home, who says we still can’t go lay in the grass and make images out of clouds, make snow angels, play with a hula hoop, and yes…even play in the mud? Who cares if the neighbors think we’re weird…or will they really be watching us with envy?
There is still that little kid that lives inside of us. We just need to make the time to bring them out.
So turn the music up loud and sing along while dancing around the house. Go buy a new box of crayons and a coloring book, and use them. Stand in the rain and splash your bare feet in a puddle. Do some of the things you enjoyed doing as a kid.
Seriously. I’m going to. And I’m getting excited just thinking about it.
What do you miss most about being a kid? Tell us in the comments below.