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mamacow2 
9:55pm, August 16, 2009
To my children, I'm old. To my parent's, I'm young. To the kids at church, I'm ancient. lol Yet, when I'm dancing in my living room with my 18 month old Godchild to a Barney & Baby Bop or Wiggles silly song, my heart is light and my joy knows no age. It's not until she's sweetly sleeping after a busy, busy day of exploring sounds (like how spoons sound on every surface in the house or how penny's sound going down the heater vents) and smells (we cleaned the frig and sorted shoes and put away boots today) and I finally rest with a hot cup of tea that my knees remind me of how old they think they are. lol
Age is irrelevent. (apparently so is spelling! lol) Sometimes I think like an old person and sometimes the possibilities are endless and I'm a free-thinker like a 5th grader who when faced with a challenge says "why not!" I do believe there are two schools of thinkers: the Whys and the Why Nots. I'm usually in the 2nd group and drive most people nuts. I can honestly say I learned it from my mother (thanks mom :-)) and I've passed this McGiverism on to both of my children. My husband is a definate "Why" person unless he's not under pressure or it's something he really wants to do. (He has a rebellious nature. hehehe) Since I hit my head, when the depression hits, I tend to be a little "whyish" now. Sad, but true. lol
Anywho, having a toddle around again has taught me that I still have a lot to learn, and a very lot to relearn. It's awesome! I have an excuse to crawl and play games to work on my balance. ;-) Yesterday, I have a very bad balance day. I hired a teen friend to help me clean for the GAL appointment on Thursday and she saw me bang into walls and fall over non-existant obsticals. I laughed it off, but it kinda freaked her out at first. I'm just so used to it, I guess.
One of the best things I've learned--or relearned--over these past few great weeks is that children bring me joy and are such delights to have around. They see the world as we should--new, exciting, different, exploration extrodinare. No wonder Jesus said we should all be like little children. :-)
Today I learned that when you're 18 months old you can play the piano with your Poppa's sock on your right hand and your Uncle Mikey's snow boots (size 11) on backwards and it sounds just as good to your Grammie as when you play with your orange fuzzy hat on and jelly on your face. Today I also learned that if you are 18 months old and if on Monday you pull out your earrings and eat the backs, "this too will pass" apparently through on Tuesday about noon. :-) Today, I also learned that sorting and folding clothes for 2 hours by myself was really boring and not nearly as much fun watching a mini WWE wrestler in the middle of an intense match -apparently with my bath towels-- growling and giggling and every once nice neat pile flying everywhich way as my no-longer napping Goddaughter jumped, flopped, and rolled her way accross each once imaginary foe. I laughed until the tears threatened and of course, when she looked up and wiggled tiny chubby fingers at me, "Come Yaya" (Yaya=Grammie) and then growled, I dove in we tag-teamed everything cotton in site! Never too old to learn new moves from the 18 month old WWE tiny-tot pro either! (well, I guess my knees and back'll let me know over tea tonight, lol) But well worth the price!
Having a toddler is keeping me young. Everyone should borrow one for a day or two, then send 'em home, take 2 asprin, and a long nap. lol blessings & hugs!
