I sit and watch my 16 month old twin girls eat their mashed potatoes. Although, it’s not so much them eating as it is them grabbing fist fulls of mashed goodness and squeezing so intently it smears out of every crevice of their hands. With each squeeze the other twin keels over in laughter, immediately prompted to perform the same escapades for her sister.
As we continue what was once considered lunchtime gone project clean house, I gaze at them in admiration and inspiration.
What a wonderful place they live in.
Their day began by rolling over to find each other’s company. The only thing between them are the slats of their cribs. Its only mere seconds before sincere excitement and playfulness kicks in. Picking up where they left off the previous morning in the ever so popular game of pass the binky followed by deep belly laughs. It takes no more than five minutes to be comforted by the joys of simply themselves and each other.
When pass the binky ends abruptly due to clumsy hand-offs (the floor wins again), hunger strikes. I am summoned in by their unique calls to tell me, “OK, now it’s time! We are ready to be changed, eat… hang out.” It sounds something like, “MOMMA. BELLA. (the four legged sibling). DADDY. And “No Noooooo.”
I will tell you, opening that door for the first time every morning is the best part of my day. They are sincerely ecstatic. If only everyone could arrive to work and be greeted the way I do. Although, I could see how that could get awkward on a tired Monday morning in a place of business. [Not today Joe.]
Anyway, reeling it back into OUR household and place of business, the twins reaction makes your heart jump. It even calls for a happy dance. By them. [Jump. Up & down. Jump. Giggle. Rejoice.]
As we move forward with our day I watch them engage. Engage with each other, with me, with their big sister, their toys, the floor, the wall, the couch, the chair, the playroom, a fuzz ball…
Everything is an experiment. Something to consider. An adventure to enjoy. Something to admire. Something to wonder about. A challenge of what can I do next. Never content with what was just learned. Eager to know more. Explore. Practice. And then let loose. Yelling. Arms up. Running fast. Room to room. Always connecting with the child at heart. Being true to themselves is a priority.
Life is good. Its an oyster of opportunity. It’s a place to find your pure bliss. And if it doesn’t bring pure bliss, it’s time to move on to the next thing. Clothes, food, superficial things are of no consideration or matter.
The wonders of exploration, knowing limitations and practicing everyday how to push them, constantly growing and enduring pain through growth and seeking constant happiness while pursuing the most challenging of times. Scooping mashed potatoes in your fists and ringing them out through your fingers.
The pure innocence of our children teach us that everyday is something to dissect and make our own no matter what the circumstance. They teach us to own the situation. Own the circumstance. Because a circumstance can never be allowed to have the power to fight back and own you.
They also teach us to squeeze mashed potatoes through our clenched fingers. Staying liberated. Being happy.