Babies are Genises

This is not a posting about how awesome my grandson is, but let’s face it, he is!

I think that babies are the smartest beings on the planet; they take life and break it down simply.  They know what they like and what they don’t.  They let people know it right away and for the most part they get what they need when they need it.

As we get older we learn that we don’t know as much as we thought we did so we look to those older and wiser than us to learn from.

Then we hit those wonderful years where we think we’ve got the universes number and we just need to snap our fingers and either people will jump or they just aren’t worthy of our time.  Bucking authority becomes necessary like breathing.

From personal experience it wasn’t until I hit my mid thirties when I would think back and “remember when” and cringe at my youthful thoughts, attitudes, beliefs and behavior.  Can anyone say arrogance with a capital A?

As I got older it seemed I started to mellow.  Heck, I caught myself uttering phrases “Where’s the fire!”, “She’ll catch pneumonia wearing an outfit like that!”, “Turn down your radio!”  Which was followed by me looking rapidly around wondering how my parents had come into town so suddenly without me knowing?  Then with a heavy sigh and a slight chuckle I realized, yes, you do sound like your parents!

I adjusted slowly to the metamorphosis.  I thought “Well now that you are ‘seasoned’, life will become clear and it should get easier as you go”.  It’s a reasonable assumption isn’t it?  There should be an earthly reward for all the trials & tribulations, right?  All these experiences aren’t all for nothing.

Currently I am stumbling along on my current path, I feel more confused, frustrated and unsure about life right now than I did when I was seventeen!  I know this sounds like I’m complaining but really I’m not.  At times I can find this part I’m going through right now rather perplexing and at other times I laugh, shake my head and look forward to what is coming next.

In writing this posting I’ve come to the conclusion that we aren’t suppose to have it all dialed in, it would make everything so boring.  Being human for me means I should be constantly striving.  Striving to be better, better to myself, a better worker, friend, mother, photographer, writer, baker, gift maker and better at sewing.

The down side of striving (speaking only for me) is if I fail to miss the mark I’ve set for myself I can be merciless.  The ugly triplets pop up & start wagging their pointer fingers at me.  I’m sure you know the triplets, they are Shoulda, Coulda & Woulda.  “You should’ve done this, you could’ve done that, so you would’ve gotten this….”

At times I listen to those naughty triplets and before you know it they’ve got me in the deep end of the pity pool and are trying to dunk me under!  But more times than not there are times I send those delinquents packing before they can pull on their swimsuits!

This is why I think babies are the most intelligent beings on the planet!  They keep it simple, eat, poop, drool, smile and sleep.  With any luck I can look forward to being like that in another 30+years!

Keep smiling and know that God loves you and so do I.

 L