Children are full of spirit, passion, life force, vitality. It overflows.
The world is new! The body amazing. Puddles are endless fun. Strawberries! The fur of a cat. Hard edge of a rock. (Ouch!) Tears. Up. Look. Sunlight through a fall leaf. The ocean waves.
Your child can point you to where you’ve grown stiff from age, routine, habit or lethargy. She reminds you of where your lust for life has atrophied. She shows you when you try to fit the universe in a square box, its sides made from logic, rationality, science and certainty.
Here’s her invitation: mom, dad, loosen up, get limber, lighten up. Do something ludicrous and lustful. Let go. Let’s play.
Be a hero and heed her call. Throw away your watch, and watch what you throw away. Let the dust rats run past you and hide behind the open door.
Step out of line, ditch a deadline, get offline, and join your child in a riotous tumble with the divine.