My kids do things that don’t make sense to my adult mind. But if I can channel in my inner kid, my Little Tam, I’m reminded that once upon a time my mind worked very much the way theirs do now. For a while now I’ve been jotting down a list of some of the “unique to childhood” tendencies my own kids exhibit. It’s not a complete list because somewhere, in some random notebook that is packed in some box that could be in the garage or in the shed or in the trailer we haven’t unloaded yet or even in our living room, I have an expanded and well-thought-out outline for this blog. So if you can think of anything to add, let me know!
They Remind Me: What It’s Like To Be A Kid
You have a much lower perspective on the world. For instance, you just don’t understand why anyone would put a fake drawer under a sink.
You hear strange sounds at night.
You sometimes conclude that a certain item of clothing is detestable, for no particular reason, and you refuse to wear it ever again.
Also, if your shoe has ever stepped in dog poop or had grass needles in it, you’ll never wear that shoe again.
When you’re a kid, sometimes the best place to play is under the bleachers with a kid you never met before.
And you hate it when your shirt cuffs get wet when Mom makes you wash your hands.
Every time a grown-up tells you to wait your turn to talk, you forget what you were gonna… you forget… oh, darn it!
When you’re a kid, it’s just so tempting to try to dip your bottom in the toilet water. I mean, what exactly is the water there for?
When you’re a kid, it’s not disgusting to wipe your nose on your sleeve. It’s just handy.
Also, a head bonk seems like the end of the world.
And putting your jeans on backwards is not a big waste of time… it’s hilarious!
When something scary is on the TV, it helps to plug your ears while you watch (or to peek out from between your fingers).
When you’re a kid, you wonder when Mom and Dad will die.
And you pick dandelions. Lots of them.
When you’re a kid, you truly, honestly enjoy doing what boring old adults find sigh-worthy: mixing up toys, changing clothes several times a day, camping, telling long-winded stories, coming up with new ideas, and making horrible messes.
To reiterate: when you’re a kid, camping is not a lot of work… it’s just AWESOME.
When you’re little, you just really want to know what glue tastes like. And what boogers taste like.
But you’re not sure why anyone would go to all the work of making homemade mac ‘n’ cheese when there’s Kraft in the cupboard.
When you’re little, you wonder what horses’ “toes” are for.
And when your horse shakes, you are surprised/delighted/terrified.
When you’re a kid, driving home late at night is miserable… because your body longs to lay down and because the seatbelt is squeezing your belly.
Sometimes you stagger around, groping for handholds and pretending you’re blind… just because you wonder what it would be like.
When you’re little, you love looking inside your mom’s mouth.
You love taking pictures of your toys.
You put weird things in your own mouth.
You like to watch yourself in the mirror.
And when you pray, you thank God “for all the people in the world.”
© Tami Blake