Child-like Wonder

I wish I could be a kid again...not just for the whole not having any responsibilities, 3 months of time off in the summer, completely uninhibited thing, although all that would be nice.

I wish I could be a kid again just for all the excitement. My little boy gets excited by the smallest thing...a game of peek-a-boo makes him giggle all over himself, a lamp going on makes his eyes go wide, the mobile over his bed is totally new to him every morning. He approaches each day in a "Wow...I can't wait to see what today holds" kind of way. It's been a long time since I thought about life like that.

Most days are mundane: get up, guzzle down the coffee, begin a list of chores that seems to have no bottom, go to bed and then get up and do the same thing again.

But Alexander doesn't see life like that. Each morning, when I lift him out of his crib, he grins and coos at me as if to say, "Good morning, Mommy...today is going to be great!" And, for him, most days are great...he's fed, changed, bathed when he needs to be. He naps when he wants to. And he has many many people who just think his little hands hung the moon. So, so far, his life is just about perfect. And he's just happy...down in his gut, no holds-barred, can-hardly-contain- himself HAPPY.

But can I really complain? So, I'm not living a life of glamour. So, some days I feel frumpy and like the world is passing me by. So, I'll never perform on Broadway or live in Paris. In the grand scheme of life, do those things really matter? All my needs are met...I have food, clothing, shelter. I have a family and friends who love me. I have the ability to do all the things that I need to do. I've traveled and seen the world. And, now, I get to spend my days with my baby.

All-in-all, I have no right to complain. Funny that a 3-month old can teach you so much about contentment.

I guess tomorrow morning, I'll try to wake up and say, "Good morning, world...today is going to be great!"