Between our house and the university there is a hill/small burm. When I looked out my bedroom window this morning the kids from the university’s daycare were sliding down the hill on their butts. I smiled. They were so cute in their little snow pants with matching jackets, mittens and hats. They were between 2 and 5 years old. They were smiling from ear to ear as they climbed the hill for another turn. Some of them ate snow off their mittens. Others made snow angels.
It reminded me of when I was a kid. I couldn’t wait to go sledding. I didn’t care how many layers of clothes I had to wear. I didn’t care how cold it was. I just wanted to go and not stop. Not stop to blow my nose. Just wipe it with my mitten or lick what I could with my tongue. I would slide down the hill and then run back up with my round metal in hand holding on tight to the handle so I would drop it and have to down the hill to get it. I couldn’t wait to go down the hill again. The worst part of the day was when we all piled in in our station wagon and went home.
Even though we are adults we should have those childlike moments of happiness. Moments that we squeal with delight and are so excited about our upcoming journey
What is that fun for me? I’m not sure. This is something I need to think about. I definately need to bring this joy back into my life but I dont know what this is for me. What I do know is that I need more moments of this kind of fun in my life.
What is fun for you? What gives the squealy moments of joy? Or do you need to find them too?