Soaked in Happy--Anyone?

On vacation to California last weekend my kids managed to drench themselves TWICE. Once at a tadpole pond. They were supposed to use little fishing nets to scoop up what tadpoles they could find, but, being the middle of January, tadpoles were scarce, so they took up the task as if they were panning for gold. They tramped right in, shoveled the pond muck with their nets and shook them until they sifted out mud and left behind…well…I don’t know if they really ever found any tadpoles.

Drench #2 happened at the ocean. I couldn’t stand at the shore for more than two passes of the water without feeling the pain of oncoming numbness. The kids? Waist high in the freezing stuff.

Both times I was 100% positive I’d be comforting the misery of their decisions afterwards.

But I didn’t get one complaint.

In a child’s world: What’s a little sacrifice of future comfort in exchange for the time of your life? Childhood is an easy time to envy. Kids are carefree with no real responsibilities, right? But I don’t think I envy their stage in life anymore. I just envy their perspective of it.

originally posted at smashingstories.blogspot.com