My answer from Sunday still stands. I wish I could be six again. This is a selfish wish. It's a wish that really means nothing, but I think we all have it. To go back to a time when eating graham crackers and milk happened after school, usually around 3:30... which began hours and hours of free exploration of books and playing in the yard til dinner time. The only responsibilities we had were to wash up for dinner, share our toys, put away our toys, followed closely by "mind your manners and don't pick your nose".
I can't wait to have kids so they can experience that time in their life. They'll probably have a harder life than we did [does that sound eerie to anyone else?] but I can still be excited for the opportunity.
But from six to fifteen years after... Now it's all about writing papers, learning to get along with people, learning to love properly, staying in shape, earning money, paying for things with money I don't have, doing life alongside people who are beautiful and have also had a story following them as they live their lives and they teach me.
But I shrug all this off and take a step back. I haven't experienced much in life at all. Everything I have is God's. He owes me nothing. I have everything to give back to Him, and everything to gain. That's a posture I'm content with maintaining.
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