Post a random childlike poem on facebook inspired by the morning

     Good morning!  Usually these entries come much later in the day.  I give myself time to let my spirit and the day unfold.  As I sat up and stretched in the soon ending silence of my room I couldn't help but notice the gorgeous sky.  Streaks of pink everywhere in a black and white world.  The little poem popped into my head:


The sky is pink, the mood is gray
The night did stink, hope not the day.

It reminded me of first grade.  We were given the homework assignment of writing a poem.  We were 6 for goodness sake.  I came home and used my plastic typewriter to knock out the following:

If I were a bird, I'd really fly high
And when I'd come down I'd look at the sky.


Now, do you see where my title for the status update came from?  Here I am 32 years later popping out the same stuff.  I am a grown up.  I act like one almost to a fault.  I worry and stress about every last detail, I clean more than I play,  I take it all in and try to make the moments all count.  But deep down...in my little soul...I'm a kid.  It's why I'd rather play pirates on the floor with Ethan or get lost in a book snuggled with Emily.  School supplies still make me excited and if it's geared toward a kid I will love it.  Those trips to the kids' museums?  Let's be honest  I would go WITHOUT the kids.  It's also why I tend to hang out with those that make me giggle (Jenne, Tina, Leigh Ann, etc).  It's the most natural way for me to feel.  Maybe all of this time all of this serious has been too much for me.  SO, I'm declaring today a day of a childlike silliness and hope that my lovely new boss doesn't find it so irritating that she gives me the clay dust covered boot.  Hee hee.  


P.S. (Can you do a P.S. in a blog post?)  My little 6 year old poem was about a bird that enjoyed soaring and when it rested it looked up at the thing that it loved.  It only gave itself a tiny break to rest his weary wings. I will replay my son's morning mantra over and over, "Mama, it's a beautiful day!!!".   I need to remember to keep looking up at the pink ribbons in the sky...so I'm thanking me at 6 and asking her to come out and play today.