You kid? Me, I’m a big kid. I’ve grown up observing Stand By Me, Parenthood, Leave it to Beaver, Christmas Story, George Jetson, Home Alone, Bad News Bears…etc… and I’ve come to the Victurd consensus - life as a kid ain’t bad.
Victor Immature? Probably. Regrets? Doubtful.
Lemme askya: would you rather “hold court” as a PE teacher with a group of Second graders… line them up on one sidea the gym.. .and ask them to move to the other sidea the gym as if they were… say… elephants.. or snakes… or deer… or laughing hyena’s… or… turkeys… OR… sit in a cubicle and route trucks all day… Uh huh, what I thought.
Yes, I’m wayyyyyyyyyyyyy past the age of Bar Mitzvahs, confirmations, debutante balls - sorry… can’t help it… I wanna play. And do. And will. And am.
Could this be one reason why I’ve been thru two marriages - and both ending with her saying arevaderche?” Mebbe. But, if you believe that, I’m taking my GD (gosh darn) ball and going home.
Sorry, still feel that way. Kids don’t know racism. Kids don’t know ethnic discrimination. Kids no comprende socio-economic inequities. Kids are accepting of the vast difference in learning ability amongst souls.. Kids hug… Kids smile… Kids are bright-eyed… Kids are real.. Kids don’t hold back thoughts… Kids are givers… Kids are wide-eyed observers..
We all, seriously, could learn from kids.
All of the above is probably one very good reason I’ve never made it occupationally much higher than whatever the next level up is to entry level. I very seriously take what I do for a living - but within - I love to throw in kid-stuff. We need, in life, respites. Children are all about respites. To me, the phrase “that’s childish” needs observation.
When one thinks “that’s childish” - to me it’s the thought of a kid, arms folded across chest, bottom lip quivering, brooding over not getting his/her way. But too, I think it can be a good ribbing (done in fun, not demeaning) of a co-worker.. Perhaps semi-cranking the CD you are playing illegally [I hate IT rules].. Putting up fun sayings/pics in your office space… Or.. Maybe just asking co-workers to share stories about their kids.. That kinda childish stuff rocks… rules even…
Life, in going thru all the learning facets, can be fun, bewildering, trying, tedious, bewitching, a sonofabitch, hurtful, tearful, joyous, monumental, educational, destructive, instructive, sad, happy… simply said, et al.
Children are resilient. They get well as quick as they get ill. Feelings hurt can be smiles in three minutes. Snarls can turn to hugs in the time it takes to down a Hostess Twinkie. How good does a hug from a kid feel? They role model giving…
We here on planet earth are reminded so often to learn from our elders - and that’s wise, wise advice. (Do you hear me you younger sumbitches Misty? Lisa? Why, even Nancy?)… But too.. we need to remind ourselves we can learn from kids.
It doesn’t take an $80,000 job to teach life lessons. You needn’t have a three-car garage to learn to be acceptant of diversity. If you live month-to-month like so many of us - it doesn’t take a whole lot to make life fun.
Kids say the darndest things. We should listen attentively when they do, for perhaps we could grow ourselves…. Seeya. I’m off with some chalk.. Gonna either do the hopscotch thing.. or… go write on the sidewalk “Jana and Jeff… sittin’ in a tree… K-I-S-S-I-N-G”… Ain’t decided yet. That’s the fun part of being a kid. Decisions aren’t have to’s.. and even if you pick the wrong one - life is still fun!
Happy day, love, Victurd.
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