There's always that point, at the park or at a dinner gathering, or at the end of a long day, when the grown ups in the room shake their heads at the boundless, never tiring enthusiasm of the children present and say, "I don't now where they get the energy."
The Things We Carry
I think I've got it figured out…
They have all that energy because they have fresh new bodies, of course, but I think for another and more important reason too.
They have all that energy because they carry so little to weigh them down.
Us grown ups carry expectations, responsibility, worry, plans, the weight of our decisions, the potential of the future, hopes, fears, longings, bank balances, agendas, schedules, and so much more… the weight of the world. I mean if that isn't enough to make you want to sit down I don't know what is.
Kids though, they rarely hold anything but this moment, RIGHT NOW, in their hands.
They walk without caring where they will end up.
The create with out worrying too much about the end result.
They run, not because they are concerned with the numbers on the scale or their cholesterol count, but because it feels good to have the wind in your face and your muscles at your command.
And even though I can never quite put down all that I'm carrying and be a child again, unencumbered, I think it is a gift of the highest order that I get these daily, insistent, never ceasing reminders to let go now and then, if only for a little while.