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Today I thought I'd share a story about what ifs. I love what ifs. They are the coulda, shoulda, woulda's of the imagination.
I must interject here that I am the way I am because I set into motion a hex, or jinx, or spell on myself one summer evening when I was 12 as I lay on the driveway across from this very house. A group of us tweens was looking up at the stars and complaining about our parents. I said, "you know, I swear, I am never going to forget what it is like to be a kid". And I never have. When Shelley turned 13, she told me that she officially was older than me. And GK says she only has a year to go. Ry said because we are birthday twins, he's not gonna pass me up. We'll stay together.
When I was working/playing with teenagers as a professional back when dinosaurs roamed the earth and SuperMan was my boyfriend. I learned so much from them by playing the coulda, shoulda, woulda game. You see, teenagers really are kinda caught between worlds. Not a kid, but not grown up. I also found that in a safe environment, the beasts (teenagers) still love to play and have the fun they did as younger kids. Although some thought they were too cool for school, most jumped into the make believe with both feet. And all, even the "cool" ones, eventually played and laughed and were blessed by that fun. I loved my job, hated the folks I worked for. They couldn't remember they had ever played. Poor dears.
I've seen the real personality of a child come out because they didn't have to "play" life's game but could command their own game and fun. I've seen the parents of that child gaze in amazement at the softening of the edges of their offspring's spirit because they were focused on being at peace. I've also seen those same parents find their own fun and joy. And the lesson of what ifs has been a blessing in my own life from the knowing of all those beasts and their parents walking away with play as part of the equation of family.
We are all still seeking fun. You come to this blog sometimes to laugh or giggle and I am pleased that you do. And Oma's taking no lip on that one because even if you think you're too old for fun.....nah, it's just you haven't flexed your play muscles in awhile. So go on now, stretch out, there you go, put a question mark on your forehead, think of the possibilities and come join me on an adventure of the imagination.
Let's follow the red brick road........................????? Red, you say red? Coulda, Woulda, Shoulda follow the red brick road.
Tell me my lovelies, what is at the end of the red brick road? You know, the one that Dorothy didn't follow. It must lead somewhere. Give it a think and then comment what you have thought. Take your time and have fun with the what ifs. Remember, here we don't ever compete, because there isn't just one answer.....each one is as precious as you are.
I'll be here waiting to play and tell you my red brick road story tomorrow as we count down to Celebrate Oz 2012.