Kids love bubbles. All shapes. All sizes. And you know what I love? Not having any kids right now.
Someday… but thank you Jesus not right now!
I went to the Grand Rapids Children’s Museum this afternoon with my Aunt Maudie and 6-year-old cousin Lydia. Maudie is one of my Dad’s 4 sisters who is a nurse working with pediatric cancer patients in Arizona. She’s in town for the week and borrowed my younger cousin Lydia (from one of my Dad’s other sisters) for the day.
Lydia is rather timid when it comes to being around strangers (kids or not) but the rest of the kids enjoying the museum today were not. Take little Mr. Mozart at the piano. He looks cute sure, but dude pounds keys like there’s no tomorrow.
Now, don’t let me give you the wrong impression, I love kids. I find their perspective on life refreshing. At their age the possibilities are endless and the world is still butterflies and rainbows and junk. To watch a child build a tower out of magnetic nuts and bolts gets you thinking about a lot of ‘WHYs.’ Why did they put that there? Why did they choose to use that tool? Why did they use two instead of one? Why did they… wait where’d she go?… crap. Kidding! I didn’t lose the kid…
… and before you know it they’ve built this very intricate sculpture that stands 3 feet high, leans to the left, and resembles absolutely nothing because they didn’t build it to resemble anything they built it just because. Duh.
Today also reminded me of how little time I spend around people younger than me. My co-workers, the majority of my friends, my family… all older. I used to be around kids/babies on a daily basis; I nanny’d through college. But now I can go weeks without interacting with little people. I must say that I miss it sometimes, which is reassuring because I’ve always had that feeling that the word ‘mommy’ will someday creep up on me.
For now… I’ll gladly settle for drinking my bubbles.