I may be an adult physically, and even mentally, but I will tell you, sometimes, I just wanna go back to being a kid and have no worries, except my own.
I was a crazy teenager. Always worried about something, even when it wasn't mine to worry about. When I was 13 years old my mom bought me this book called "Don't sweat the small stuff." It taught me that I don't have to worry about such miniscule things in life. I hope that when my daughter is 13 I can buy it for her as well. And I hope she sees it as a gift and not as a piece of constructive criticism.
here's the link for the book on amazon.com if you are interested in checking it out.
http://www.amazon.com/Dont-Sweat-Small-Stuff-Teens/dp/0786885971/ref=sr_1_7?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1403981303&sr=1-7&keywords=don%27t+sweat+the+small+stuff
Anyways, the whole point of this blog post is to say sometimes you need to be a kid. Learn little child secrets from your kids or other family kids. My daughter takes the time every single day, multiple times even, to give me a giant hug and kiss and say "I love you, mommy." She takes the time to cuddle me when we watch Disney movies together. She enjoys every splash that she makes at the beach and cherishes every seashell she finds. She puts a worth into things that we adults find unworthy of our attentions. Even tiny sticks, leaves, flowers or rocks that she finds pretty. In her mind, she doesn't know yet that everyone has a different thinking process, and that not everyone thinks like her.
I remember the day that I realized that fact. It was heartwrenching. I felt like I died a little bit inside. I just couldn't fathom why people would think in a different manner or way. I could not wrap my brain around it.
Yesterday, a good friend of mine, lets call her Stephanie for privacy's sake, came over and treated Autumn and I to a bout of strawberry picking, and ice cream. On the way to the ice cream place, I had a little kid moment, and I am so glad that I did.
We began to pass a rolling field next to a country house. THAT was beautiful enough, but then I noticed that the fields were covered in purple, red, yellow, white, and orange flowers. It must have been a 2-acre field, blanketed with these beautiful specimens. So awe inspiring that whatever I was saying at that very moment became utterly unimportant. I HAD to stop and see, feel, and smell those flowers.
As soon as Stephanie noticed the look on my face and the pause in my story, she looked in the same direction. I looked at her, my eyebrows furled in a pleading manner, and begged her to stop so we could get close to the flowers. She smiled and said, "Of course, how could we not? You know how cheesy I am."
She pulled over the car onto a side road, and Autumn, Stephanie, and I held hands crossing the street, and walked towards the array of flowers. Pictures, and videos were taken. Autumn sniffed each flower, including the poppies lol And so did we. i could never have visualized such a beautiful sight in my mind as what my eyes perceived that day.
Point of the story is, slow down, sniff the flowers. It's the little things that make life worth living. :)
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