Streakers And Tea Parties

Sometimes I wish I could have a childhood re-do. I mean, I can't think of anyone more utterly free than my kiddos! No need to preach body positivity to these two. They love nothing more than doing a streaker lap through the house as we are yelling at them to put some clothes on through so much laughter they probably can't even understand what we are shouting anyway! And often the biggest stress in their day is who gets to push which buttons in the elevator of our building (and yet they always settle on the same thing- she pushes the button outside, he gets the one inside).

But I also have to remind myself that when you're a kid, being a kid doesn't always feel so easy! My kids don't get to decide what they have for dinner. They may want Mac 'n Cheese (for every meal, always- somehow the word "scurvy" doesn't deter them...) but if Mom and Dad decide it's Sushi night, then Sushi is what we're havin' kiddos! And then there's those days when my daughter's sparkly purple flip-flops are screaming her name but her darn Mom throws out some absurd rule about "winter" and "frostbite" and ruins all the fun.

So maybe instead of relinquishing my meal selection privileges and final say on my attire choices in favor of being a kid again, I just need to lock up all the electronics, ignore the dirty dishes for a little bit, and have some fun- just like my kids. They're not worried about the floor that still needs to be swept or the checklist that's not quite complete (or maybe not quite started lol). They're just worried about how much fun they can squeeze into this one day, and if they can coax Mom into making Mac 'n Cheese for lunch!

I think it's time I learned a thing or two from them.

Now if anyone needs me, I'll be in my fort having a tea party with Superman and the Queen of Antarctica.