Riding the adventure train with Karson and Lucy has been pretty awesome lately. This past week, I went on a nice hike, dressed up like an alien, and strolled through the zoo. I sang “Head, shoulders, knees and toes” about a hundred times and sat in a kiddie pool in the middle of a warm afternoon. I snacked on fresh strawberries from the first Farmers Market of the season and had a picnic in the park.
There’s no doubt taking care of kids makes you feel like one yourself. I’ve done things in the last year I haven’t done in years. It’s not quite as carefree as being an actual kid and at the end of the day I feel like I need a glass of wine, but when I’m in the moment with Karson and Lucy, life can be pretty magical.
They laugh at the silliest things. They find wonder in simple things. They want to hug, hold hands, sit and trace their hand with a crayon. They’ll eat their weight in watermelon, wear pajamas all day or maybe parade around with a shirt on their head. They’ll dance around in circles to a circus song until they fall over. They kiss their own scraped up knees, demand bubbles in their bath and won’t go to bed until I give them kisses and sing their night night song.
Being responsible for exposing my children to fun experiences and a loving environment is a pretty awesome job. It has it’s rough patches too though. I’m constantly breaking up fights, playing mediator, referee, chef and maid. I never get to go to the bathroom or drink my coffee in peace. Adult conversation during the day is rare but the trade off is well worth it. At the end of the day, for these few short years, being engulfed in childhood with my children is right where I want to be.
It’s a kind of fulfillment we can all experience. It’s the joy we find when we care for others, see the world through their eyes and grow richer in return. This happens when engaging with elderly, people of other cultures, those less fortunate, even just our friends and neighbors. The world is so big, don’t walk it alone!