Children

Within the last four years, I have volunteered at a homeless shelter. It is not something I do to be sweet or kind; I do not want to remember living my life-working non-stop. It is a good way for me to relieve stress. Not only is it good practice for motherhood, but it also helps me forget my problems. There is at least one person in my life who yells at me once a day, so I use that experience as a way to escape my reality. I love children. Sometimes, I wish I was more innocent and did not have such a clear perception of the world. Regardless of age, I feel like a child lives within every human being. There is a piece of you that never wants to grow up. I am forever Peter Pan searching for Neverland. The childhood version of myself will never die. I also look young, so that helps too. Hah.

Although, some blame Yuko Ono for breaking up the Beatles, I love one of her most famous quotes. “Some are old at 18 and some are young at 90. Time is a concept that humans created.” I firmly agree. Every time, I walk onto the playground, I learn something new about our world. L, this sweet little African-American princess says the damnedest things. M, is such a beautiful soul and helped C and I when we volunteered at the shelter. C, has long hair and she says, “Guys cannot have long hair” or chuckles while saying, “Girls cannot play basketball.” She is a funny little one. I wonder who planted those ideas in the garden of her mind. Sometimes, I feel like I am the child and the children are my teachers.

One day, I was reading a book to her and she asked me the meaning of every single word. Even when, I tried to think of synonyms for her, she still asked me “Why?” Since then, I question everything and I always ask why. Sometimes, I just do not understand another human being’s logic, so I need clarification. I have learned more from a seven-year old girl then I have from some adults. I can tell she is going to be a giver and make the world a better place. She is always willing to share her Play-Duh or Jenga blocks with me. Anytime, she lies or does something wrong, you can tell she is ashamed in herself. She cries and immediately apologizes. For such a small person, she has the biggest heart of all. Her smile could light up a room and make the sun jealous. Her mother raised her well; I hope my daughter ends up like her.