Think invisible ink!
Or a gink with a stink!
Or a stair to the sky...
If you open your mind,
Oh, the thinks you will find
Lining up to get loose...
Oh, the thinks you can think
When you think about...
~Dr. Seuss
As I type this, Carson is out on a limb searching for the best spot to bury treasure and Ollie is trying her level best to figure out a way to read her book up there. (side trip: Emma is too short to reach the first limb and has written off tree climbing as all-together stupid. She is spitting mad at being left out of the picture due to her vertical challenges. I'm expecting a discrimination suit to follow.) Watching them brings to mind many memories of my childhood and thoughts about kids... kids in trees.
More specifically, the whole scene made me think how everything seems possible when you are a kid in a tree. Not only is the perspective highly favorable for success but also ideas come flying from all over the universe when you're up there. Trees are awesome!
I was trying to remember exactly when I became less eager to share my thoughts and ideas with others. I'm pretty sure what I'm referring to is what we adults like to call maturity-when we are able to immediately see ALL the reasons why something could never be done BEFORE some more rational person has to intervene and save us from our futile madness. I agree, before I matured to the fine state that I'm in now, I could waste a lot of your time and mine wandering down paths of 'wouldn't it be so stinkin' cool ifs and then we coulds'.
But watching my kids in this tree makes me convinced (and a bit convicted) that when they come down from those branches with 1001 new awesome, wicked-cool ideas, the first words out of my mouth will NOT be rational.
Peace and love from "the places we'll go" today!
~L
More specifically, the whole scene made me think how everything seems possible when you are a kid in a tree. Not only is the perspective highly favorable for success but also ideas come flying from all over the universe when you're up there. Trees are awesome!
I was trying to remember exactly when I became less eager to share my thoughts and ideas with others. I'm pretty sure what I'm referring to is what we adults like to call maturity-when we are able to immediately see ALL the reasons why something could never be done BEFORE some more rational person has to intervene and save us from our futile madness. I agree, before I matured to the fine state that I'm in now, I could waste a lot of your time and mine wandering down paths of 'wouldn't it be so stinkin' cool ifs and then we coulds'.
But watching my kids in this tree makes me convinced (and a bit convicted) that when they come down from those branches with 1001 new awesome, wicked-cool ideas, the first words out of my mouth will NOT be rational.
Peace and love from "the places we'll go" today!
~L
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