The Saturday Morning Post: Growing Older Happens - Growing Up is Optional

Unashamedly the young boy pulled his pet dinosaur out at the restaurant, and placed it on the table as his family ordered lunch. He politely asked the server to bring a bowl of water for his friend. The innocence of a child, when and why did we lose that, or did we? Can we get it back. 

A few years ago Jay and I were checking into a nice hotel with a view of Niagara Falls, Canada. I grabbed Rodney, our stuffed animal Wombat out of the back seat, and tucked him under my arm as we walked in.  The doorman did a double take and said, "this is Canada we have lots of Beavers."  I turned Rodney around and said, "no tail, he is a Wombat," and we both laughed.  Every time I look at Rodney I think, no tail, Wombat not Beaver. 

Back in 1999 I took and passed the one and only bar exam I will ever take.  I won't revisit the trauma, but sufficient to say it is something most sane people only want to do once. The exam was 90 miles from home.  After ten weeks of studying 10 hours a day, 70 days in a row, I tried to rest.  I packed and drove over the night before to stay in the hotel the exam was being given in.  The most valuable thing I can do at a time like that is be comfortable and rest. When I unzipped my bag in the hotel room Bob was in there.  Bob is one of our oldest and most loyal penguins.  He is medium in build, the perfect size to comfort you.  I hadn't packed him, either he figured out how to unzip and zip the bag, or he had a little help from a sweet little hamster.  He was a great comfort.  (Little Bob, went to Paris with us for Christmas one year, he is about half the size of Bob.) 

Just because the years have passed, doesn't mean I can't enjoy being a little silly along the way.  There is a saying, we don't stop playing because we grow old, we grow old when we stop playing.  

Have some fun, play a little this weekend, be unashamed, be silly, be young at heart.