It's not often I have the opportunity or freedom to be like a child again.
When the opportunity does arise, it's my instinct to suppress the desire instead of embrace it.
In recent months, however, I've felt challenged to create memories worth remembering in daily life. I've felt impelled to really live out the phrase "Arms Wide Open." I've been reminded how fortunate I am to have my health this time around postpartum, and I don't want to take it for granted.
The other afternoon an impressive rainstorm began out of nowhere. The four of us were playing cars in the living room, but were quickly drawn to the windows as the palm trees swayed and the rain attacked the patio tiles with force.
Without allowing myself to think I opened the sliding door, ran outside and began to dance in the rain.
Solomon stared at me with eyes wide as saucers.
A curious grin formed on his lips. It was almost as if his face was speaking his thoughts, "Who is this lady?!"
As I danced and jumped and ran through the mushy grass, I felt like a kid again. I wasn't a 30 year old mommy anymore, I was a child craving the freedom to just be in the moment.
