Cup O' Joe?

The stresses of everyday life are taking its toll upon me. My looks are showing the wear and tear of my age, my body is tired, and my head hurts... again. I have to move to a new city soon, pack this entire apartment by myself, start making 'mortgage' payments on my new car, oh and get a new job in the city. Not to mention, start a full semester at UMKC in the fall, yadayadayada. We all know these types of 'adult' stressors that plague the happiness in our hearts and crush our inner child into submission to eliminate all fun from our lives. That is why there are the so called sex addicts or any kind of addict for that matter...it's the only fun thing left to do after you 'grow' up.

That said, there is nothing like the heart of a child to lift these burdens and melt them away. My eight year old step-daughter managed, yet again, to awaken my inner child, warm my heart, and bring me back to the world of fun. Here is my story.

Think back to when you were young and would wake up at the butt crack of dawn while the rest of the house tried to stay in deep slumber. In your pj's, blissfully soaking in the Saturday morning cartoons, you await the day raring to go as any eight year old would. Just as my eight year old did last Saturday, only when she went to turn on the TV as usual, she hit the wrong button. Static, snow, ksshhhhhhhhhhhhhhh....BORING! Hmmmm, what could she do to entertain her brain as the sun rises and before the rest of the house awakens?
I can hear the decision in her head playing itself out that would lead to the biggest mess that you could imagine in her Grandpa's kitchen...oh the mess.

Grandpa heard the comotion downstairs and decided to get out of bed to check it out. "Oh dear, what are you doing?" But all he could do was smile at this beautiful mess that his only grandaughter had made just for him.

As proud as she possibly could, she said,
"I made you coffee granpa!!!"

There were coffee grounds everywhere. Water spilled, muddy wet coffee grounds smeared all over the kitchen, no filter in the pot, and beans in the grinder ready to be flung to the ceiling as she pressed the button. Granpa arrived in time for that, but it was so sweet and funny, despite the enormous mess.

She smiled ear to ear, standing in the midst of the huge mess she was unaware she had made. The innocence of her deed warmed me. She had so honestly wanted to do something nice for her beloved Grandfather. That innocence is what I would like to retrieve for just one day and experience the kind of fun that children have everyday.
I will vicariously live through her adventures like this one and allow her to touch my world and bring fun to my inner child.

For you my dear girl, I will have fun and laugh at the coffee grounds on the ceiling.