After I picked my kids up from school today, we headed to the beach to enjoy the one semi-sunny, above-freezing day we’ve had yet this winter. It is my Zen Zone, and today, I really needed it.
So, there we were, climbing over logs, finding cool rocks, and wandering aimlessly through the sand. No agenda. Just minimizing the stresses of this thing called “life”.
That’s when my daughter discovered some footprints in the sand. “Look!” she exclaimed, “Pirate tracks!”
“Oh, no” my son groaned “let’s not follow them … I don’t want to get into a war.”
I had to laugh. I was in no mood for a war either, but I had to admire their creativity, and her sense of adventure. I’m pretty sure my son’s response was a sneak preview of their teenage years, which are yet to come … “Oh jeeze … there she goes again … I guess I’m going to have to go save her @$$.” So, I chuckled to myself for a few minutes before watching them take off running down the beach.
From a distance, they could see some large rocks by the water’s edge. Convinced that it was a Pirate’s Treasure Chest, we ran full-speed to the edge of the horizon. Only to find … rocks. That was disappointing. For about 2.5 seconds. Until my daughter decided to climb on top of the rock and conquer the world. My son stood by with his feet firmly planted on the ground, thinking she was being unsafe … dangerous, even.
It feels good to be a kid sometimes. I think minimizing adulthood is good for the soul every once in a while.