My 5 Year Old Teacher

In the past few years I have decided to stop lamenting the lost opportunities in life.  The ones I think I have missed and the ones I stupidly let go….

I don’t do that any more.  Though it took me decades to learn this lesson.

I take advantage of a crazy thought or an idea that sparks an interest in me.

And I do….. instead of regret.

 I paint.   I plink on a xylophone.  I kayak.  I write a blog.  I got a guitar and took a lesson.  I build stuff out of wood because I want to and it doesn’t matter that I don’t know how.

Today I witnessed what I have always wanted in life.   A decision to be.

My beautiful five year old teacher was drawing and writing today.   She made images of people and images of ideas in her head.   She wrote words she knew and copied words she wanted to know.  She put them together in her ‘work’.

Her momma called my house to see how she and her sister were doing at Mamo’s.

She said:  “hey mom, I’m an artist today.”

Because she wanted to be, she was.

I want to be just like her.

So I will, be.