Learning, Growing, and Green Haired Ariel?
Yesterday’s great adventures included 10 kids, 4 adults, 85 degree weather, roller coasters and wave pools.
Still reading? Wow. I’m impressed. It stressed me out just writing that, and I lived it.
It was an overwhelming sense of chaos blended with glimmers of awesomeness. It’s what we call life, and I wouldn’t trade it for the world. (Unless of-course said world had chocolate trees, then…)
Who am I kidding? I love it. I love every minute of our chaotic bliss. I love watching my kids glow as they see and discover new things. I love watching them. (Not in like a creepy stalker way In a “I wanna see you grow up and make good choices” observation way.)
I love allowing them to just be little. To make decisions like little people, (which color shirt matches this pair of pants, or what color hair should this character have). Simple things that help them learn to make bigger decisions later. You see, if Ariel has green hair in your story and she rocks it, and has a reason like “it’s seaweed mom!” then by all means she can have green hair.
As long as you are confident in your creativity, then you can be right. That’s what being creative and learning is all about. It’s problem solving really, and they are learning at a very young age.
I want them to grow up slow enough. They are taking in the beauty of this world, and learning valuable lessons along the way. I want them to be creative for eternity. Maybe even be a little weird like their father. (or green-haired Ariel). I want them to know love, teach it, and walk in it. I want them to hold life’s lessons near to their heart as a reminder that they are over-comers in all things. I want them to have been loved well enough to know their worth, and be confident in who they are, so that when adversity comes, and it will, they can look straight at it, put their heads back and laugh.
When all is said and done, they can look back and say, “Life is good. Pass me a cup of coffee. ”