Teetering

I'm in a funny age right now. I'm within the grasps of adulthood and teetering between doing child-like things, and watching children do tings.

Teeter

Between looking up to those who can teach me and looking down to teach the youngsters

Totter

Between having to go to school and choosing to go to school

Teeter

Between playing with Play-do and using Play-do as a distraction

Totter

From resisting a nap to wishing I could take one

Teeter

I'm in a funny place right now. I'm in the center of a see-saw. But now time is providing the gravitational pull to one side, and I can't resist from sliding into responsibility, independence, taxes, car insurance, college, and jury duty.

But I'm not sure if I'm ready. Right now, I don't want to go. I want to sit and play with Play-do. Make green and blue dinosaurs with candy eyes. Play outside with the hose and slip and slide on my lawn. Slide down the grassy hill on a flattened cardboard box. Scooter all the way to the monkey bars, hop on, and make it to the other side, skipping every other bar like a pro. Sleep under a pillow and blanket fort, making hand puppets with a flash-light.

It's funny how you forget little things like this, but it only takes a few minutes with a four-year-old to bring it all back again. Center me again on the teeter-totter, and pull me back to the fun-side of things.

Yes, in three months I will officially be an adult, but that doesn't mean I can't still run with the Wild Things and escape off to Neverland every once in a while.

Glad to be back
~Kat