Put Something In

When our boys were little, we read to them constantly. David's mom read to them, my mom read to them, Dave & I were always reading to them and taking them to the library from a very young age. Easter baskets, Christmas stockings, and birthday gifts always included books.

So, no one was particularly suprised to hear Adam at 2 yrs old use the word "despicable" nor to find out Sean was reading full books by 3 yrs old. I feel that's all due to their having been read to.

For some reason I keep going back to Shel Silverstein. Our sons adored Shel's colorful poems. I ran across this one tonight:

Put Something In
Draw a crazy picture,
Write a nutty poem,
Sing a mumble-gumble song,
Whistle through your comb.
Do a loony-goony dance
‘Cross the kitchen floor,
Put something silly in the world
That ain’t been there before.*

I'm so tired of sadness in life that when I read this sweet poem again, I stopped and thought, "Yes! That's it! That's what I'd love to experience again." I want to breathe without pressure for a time and remember life when it was sweet and light, if only for a short while.