My son is constantly teaching me how to be a kid again. He shows me about what is important, and reprioritizing things for me. He likes to take his shoes and socks off and wiggle his free little toes. He runs around the house with beads, a diaper and a pair of boots and laughs at himself. He giggles right before he eats something really yummy. He has a trust and adventurous spirit; that together, could terrify any mother. He doesn’t give up; he just sits back and ponders things until he figures out a way around the obstacle. He dances freely when he hears music. He says “bed” when he’s tired and has had enough.
I am constantly in awe of him; how sure he is. How he feels and takes everything in so deeply. And sometimes I just have to follow suit. I have to take my shoes and socks off and stomp in the puddles. I have to color outside the lines. I have to take naps when I’m tired and cry when I’m cranky. I have to be more trusting of others and with life in general. It’s amazing how much a one year old can teach us. Even if you don’t have a child, I dare you to sit and watch one for a bit. They are like these pure little beings full abandon and life.