I let my children re-teach me that afternoon, for Iâ€™d forgotten that a whole world of fun could exist in a childâ€™s backyard. Iâ€™d forgotten how much fun it is to squish and squeeze fresh mud into patties and lay them on rocks to dry in the sun. Or how plucking the stem from a honeysuckle will reward you with a single sweet drop of â€œhoney.â€ Or how forbidden it feels to make a mud puddle with the garden hose and stomp in it just for the sheer fun of getting dirty. And how thrilling it is to climb just one branch higher in a tree and then from your perch in the sky, gaze over your tiny kingdom through innocent eyes and yell, â€œIâ€™m the king of the world!â€
There was once a time when a day seemed to last forever and yet now I feel there arenâ€™t enough hours in a day to do all that needs to be done. I now know that the days slip by all too quickly and so does a childâ€™s youth.
Once it is gone, it can never be reclaimed no matter how badly we wish for it. As for myself, I can only hope to capture a few stolen moments from my childrenâ€™s youth to remind me how precious these carefree days are for them. And I try not to question why they will go through the trouble to rake all the leaves in the yard into a big pile just to run and jump and stomp and kick them all over the yard again.
Instead, I go outside and join them. Enjoy the moment with them. Because even though they donâ€™t, I know the moment wonâ€™t last forever. â€” Beliefnet.com (Concluded)