Where Do We Lose It?

Somewhere along the line, we all seem to lose it. We have it when we are little, but somewhere along the line, it seems to disappear, never to return. I'm talking about the way babies and little kids seem to have the ability to wake up bright and early with a huge smile on their face, ready to greet the day. It doesn't matter that they were up late the night before, or someone stole their toy yesterday. Every day is a new day, and they seem to more than ready to get going, to see what this new day brings. Try and think back to the last baby you've seen that woke up in bad mood. They just don't seem to do it. Now try and think back to the last time you've been in a bad mood when you got up. If you're anything like me, you don't have to think back very far at all.
Of course, as adults, we have far more responsibilities and problems than children do, but perhaps we could all take lessons from babies and little children. Take each day as it comes, and try and leave the past in the past. It's not that easy, and probably isn't very realistic, but every time you see a baby wake up with a big grin on her face, try to remember to do the same.

I Must Be Getting Old

As I sit here, sprawled on my couch, and watching the Braves playing the Colorado Rockies, it has dawned on me that I must getting old. Seven or eight years ago, Friday nights were reserved for dates with my wife, going out to eat, watching a movie, or playing games. It was a time when nothing sounded more boring to me than sitting at home doing nothing on a perfectly good Friday night. Now that I'm a couple years older, with a son, and more responsibilities, sitting on the couch and watching a baseball game sounds like the perfect ending to a long week. I've worked more than 50 hours this week, and the idea that I can sit here, and do absolutely nothing for a few hours sounds like heaven.
My wife has had a long week as well, and she's curled up here beside me enjoying some reading, and taking it easy as well. It's just one more sign that I must be getting old. Sitting at home on the couch used to be what my parents did on a Friday night. Now, I kind of like the idea.