Kids

I have spent a lot of time with children lately.  Kids are great because they force things that a person may not otherwise choose. Noise,for instance. Who chooses noise?  It has populated my life for so long that it belongs there. When I quit teaching I was bereft for a long time.  This week reminded me how hildren play and cry and erupt at the worst of times.  They are full of life and ambition that just can't be quashed.  They insist that their grownups watch,  listen and feel life with them.  They're very real and it encourages me. 

I want to be more child like without the nasty bits like temper fits and chicken pox. Inquiry,  excitement and spontaneity make life happy for me.  Drawing and coloring,  building little plastic brick houses and creating colorful art used to be a part of everyday life.   I want to do it all again with my grandchildren. I know,  I didn't have to stop but so many other things demanded attention that I couldn't help myself.  I'm a little afraid that when I try I won't be able to handle paper or small plastic bricks. Is this where the children start helping me like I helped them so often?  How will that work? Will they be impatient as I sometimes was?