I don’t have any kiddos of my own, unless you count Jessie (OK, I totally count her, she’s my baby!) but I am thankful for children. Sure, they can be irritating and disgusting and annoying, particularly when they aren’t your own (I think if they’re your own, you probably see past all that and only see their beauty, inside and out, right?), but they are also innocent and joyful creatures and they can bring so much joy to those around them. There is only one kiddo that’s in my life on a regular basis, my 6-year-old nephew, Owen, and he is a breath of fresh air in my sometimes stale adult world.
I love the blunt questions Owen asks without any sense that it might be considered rude to ask. He’s too innocent to realize asking everything that he is wondering might not be OK. Which makes it OK. There are only two ages when it’s OK to say anything and everything you think of–either when you’re very young, or very old.
“Why is Jessie SO FAT?!” “Why is your house so small?” “Why don’t you have any kids?”
I’m the worst person to answer children’s questions because I answer them as an adult. I really have no concept of how to kid-ify and answer so they can understand on their level. We’ve ended up discussing things like how Elvis overdosed and died on the toilet. Don’t ask me how–the kid has so many questions and my answers lead to more questions and before you know it, there I am telling him about Elvis, someone he’s never even heard of, dying on a toilet because he overdosed on drugs, which he also has no concept of. (What is wrong with me?!) I really hope he never asks me how babies are made because I’ll surely traumatize him with diagrams, etc. lol
I also love the theoretical questions he asks…constantly. “What if the world was made of rubber?” “What if bugs were the size of a house?” “What if Jessie kept eating and never stopped?”
That last one might have been influenced by my answer to “Why is Jessie SO FAT?!” (Because she’s always hungry.)
FYI, Jessie was on Temaril-P, an allergy medication that increased her thirst and hunger so much and made her gain so much weight that I finally took her off of it and although she’s itching like crazy, she has already lost a lot of weight.
And then there’s just the hilarious questions. After he learned about Noah’s ark and that it was a long time ago, he asked, “Was my mom on the ark?” LOL! I’m sure she’d be flattered he thought her that old. :)
I also love the refreshing interludes I have with friends’ kiddos, like my friend, Jaci’s, brood of four, and the kiddos at church that I have taught in Bible class on and off. I love pasting the artwork of all the kiddos I know on my fridge, which therefore looks like a pack of crayola products attacked it. I love it.
What children do you have in your life that you are thankful for…and why?