Pure Enjoyment

Today I experienced pure enjoyment just by watching my grandchildren play in their back yard. My grandson, Brandt, told me that he and Lily were "geologists digging for rocks." I watched them dig in the dirt, gather rocks, wash them and bring them to me to look at. Eventually the whole water thing took over and they decided to fill the hole that they dug with water to make a small pond. Eventually the pond became a "pot of soup" and they added ingredients like more dirt, rocks, twigs and grass. When the stirring of the soup began, the mud literally began to fly...all over the block fence, Lily, Brandt and their swing set. For some reason it didn't bother me. They stirred and stirred and became dirtier and dirtier and muddier and muddier! I let them. They squirted water. I let them. They trampled mud onto the patio with their shoes. I let them. They walked into the house and marched to the bath tub. I made them. They cleaned up and changed their clothes. I redid Lily's hair and they were ready for the rest of the day. This whole scenario is quite ironic! When my daughter (Brandt and Lily's mother) was about 4, we went to a beach in Mexico with some friends and I changed Karen 5 times because she and her new friend (Jorge) played in the sand and dirt for hours. My obsessive behavior was noticed by everyone but I didn't care. If Brandt and Lily weren't going somewhere later in the afternoon, I would have left them alone...dirty, muddy and a total mess. As it is, they left pieces of mud on the kitchen tile and in the bathroom. I didn't clean it up. Funny thing...my daughter called and asked me if I noticed her clean grout and tile...I didn't say anything as she hasn't seen the muddy pieces yet. My priorities have definitely changed!!!!!!!!!!!!!