I went for a walk along the reservoir in Calgary the other day, and I passed a young girl and her father. Dad was sitting on a bench, and his daughter (probably age three) was crouched in the dirt next to him, playing in the mud. About 30 minutes later, I passed them again. The girl was still playing in the mud, and was noticeably dirtier. Her Dad was still on the bench, watching her with a look that said, “When will you get tired of this and we can go home?”
I remember playing in the mud as a young kid. I used to spend hours in the backyard, collecting worms and snails. Funny, I can’t stand getting dirt under my nails now. I don’t even particularly like gardening….
It is amazing the things we find fascinating as children. Seeing my own young son and how enthralled he is with the simplest things – a nail clipper, a scrap piece of paper, a Tupperware container – makes me look at things with fresh eyes. Sometimes. For a fleeting moment.