I love to just watch kids just being themselves. I enjoy kids in general. If you know me well enough I often refer to them as "little nuggets" and enunciate on the nuggets of course. There is something to be said about the naive and youthfulness they display and it automatically always and I mean always brings the biggest smile to my face.
Yesterday I made the weekly trip to Bread & Company to get one of my grandfather's favorite lunches - tomato basil soup and their fruit tea. It was prime lunch hour so people were everywhere but I couldn't help but notice this mother who had taken her two sons to lunch. They were just finishing up as I was buying my goodies. The mom just was cleaning their plates so she could throw away the trash and make sure everything was taken care of. Motherly things like that... then the boys jumped out of their seats and ran to the door before mom could even get it our her mouth to slow down, don't run into people and wait for her. It just seemed like another Friday outing for lunch to them, which is just great in general. I walked to my car and was putting everything on the other seat when I saw the boys outside waiting for their mom. One clearly had his football gear still on and the other younger boy had his gym shorts and t-shirt on, but the clincher were his shoes. He had cowboy boots on. As I sit here writing I'm smirking. It brought the biggest grin to my face as I stopped what I was doing and continued to watch the boys. It was the authenticity of this kids love for those cowboy boots. Even though it wasn't the "right" thing to have on, he wore them anyway and his mom let him. I loved it.
It's little things like that that remind of me of the glorious days of childhood. That little boy didn't have a care in the world except for getting to wear his cowboy boots to lunch that day. He was on cloud 9 and couldn't be happier parading around in them. I miss that simplicity to daily life. You begin to grow up and everything builds up until you realize that being a kid really was almost the best it could get. Maybe I should put my cowboy boots on today with my gym shorts and just live once again. To be a kid is like breathing all the fresh air for the first time because it all is this great experience. Wearing those boots to lunch yesterday was the greatest thing he could have wished for and he loved it. I want all that over again instead of the complexity of being a serious (well I'm not THAT serious) grown up. It's good to be a kid at heart. I always will be.... I just can't forget to remember my own boots every now and again.
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