It was snowing tonight. Big, fat flakes were pouring down. And although the adult in me was thinking that we already had baths, already had on pajamas, and it was cold- the child in me knew we needed to go play. I get that from my mom who always gets excited about snow. I remember watching the flakes fall from our windows and bundling up to go play in the snow, no matter the circumstances. Those are some of my favorite childhood memories.
Catie Grace and I went outside and had a snowball fight with the neighbors. We made snow angels and tried (unsuccessfully) to build a snowman. It was really fun. I'm glad I still enjoy things like this- not just as a mom, which I do, but that I've never lost that whimsical, childlike quality- and I hope I never do.
I know sometimes it's annoying that I'd rather play than be responsible. I know people think I'm weird when I genuinely want to play with or talk to their kids. I know I am often inefficient because my head is in the clouds. But when it comes down to it, I'll choose being childlike everytime. Let's be honest; it's just more fun. There's a time and a place for efficiency, and believe me, I work and clean and do the adult things I have to do, but I give in to my whims because aren't those really the moments we live for?
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