As an unmarried 24 year old with no children and no significant bills I may have it easier than some in this area, but most of the time I do need to be an adult.
Over this past weekend I was in one of my favorite places, my grandparents house. When I think of my childhood this is the place I associate with it. I feel like they raised me and influenced who I've become just as much as my parents and I've become a better adult because of them.
That being said, they've also allowed me to be a child amidst my adult responsibilities.
Saturday afternoon in +33c weather I sat in the backyard with my Grampa. I've spent so much of my life out there and I love that space dearly. I turned on the sprinklers just because and started to walk around the grass, avoiding being hit by more than a few drops at a time. After a minute, fully clothed and make-up on, I allowed the water to hit me a little more but still avoided getting my face or hair wet.
And then it happened, my childhood came back to me. No one cares if wear make-up, the soggy curls cascading down my shoulders suit me well and my clothes will dry so why shouldn't I run? I did. I ran and kicked and cartwheeled my way through the water. I squealed and laughed.
Grampa laughed too. He never questioned why I would do this, he never judged or scolded. As he has my whole life, he smile and laughed and watched me enjoy myself.
In the end I came out dripping from head to toe, blades of grass all over me and dirty feet. I hope these moments will continue to present themselves to me. I'd like to have wet hair and muddy feet more often.
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