Today I babysat a four year old.
It’s actually been a few years since I’ve had the pleasure of babysitting for anyone, so when a friend of mine needed me last minute I rose to the occasion.
I was supposed to be there at 7:30 their morning.
I went to bed at around 4:00 am. So, needless to say I was tired already.
It was a pretty easy gig, considering the kid slept until ten am (got to catch up on the Kardashians).
But from the minute he stumbled out of bed to the minute his mom came home this boy was full blown energizer bunny.
I had forgotten how wonderfully exhausting children can be.
We fought off all the evil villains from the series teenage mutant ninja turtles until I couldn’t breathe.
I loved seeing his constant imagination, the way we tiptoed around the house looking for the “bad guys” who kept conveniently disappearing right when we started to attack, and the way his nunchucks and sword chopped through the air.
While we planned our attacks we had to whisper and occasionally trade weapons of course to throw them off.
I had a blast.
I wasn’t thinking about everything I have to do this week or the bills I have to pay. I wasn’t thinking about the awful long stressful weekend I had. No.
I had some bad guys to slay.
I laughed at the way his eyes lot up when I got the hiccups. The way he smiled and offered me a root beer because he likes it so much and wanted to share.
Children are amazing, frustrating, beautiful, loud, fast, blurs that we all once were.
Remember? Remember imagining and playing all day? Remember when your biggest worry was how to spend your recess?
I’m glad to be growing up and moving forward but I also love a reminder to take everything as is. To just run sometimes an act silly. To be carefree.