Soaking Wet – Nurturing My Inner Child


little girl with wet face
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I was watering my hanging flower baskets and container veggies when all of a sudden I noticed there was a leak in the handle of the spray attachment on the bright yellow hose. My glove was dripping wet. Before long, more water was coming out and part of my pants  was also soaking wet.

I laughed out loud, remembering the days of running through the sprinkler, getting caught in sudden downpours, and falling down while water skiing. It was perfectly acceptable to get wet in those circumstances. But sprinkling yourself until your pants are dripping? Well, that’s a little iffy in my book.

My mind is not my friend. “That was stupid. Why didn’t you just tighten it up when you noticed it was dripping?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t think of it then. I was having too much fun watering the plants and watching the rainbows I made with the water and the sun.”

“Well, don’t you think you’re a little OLD for stuff like this?”

“Not really. I feel younger than I have in years. Do you have anything else to say, maybe something constructive?”

“Not really.”

I remember when I taught my grandson how much fun it was to jump in a rain puddle. His mom was none too pleased with the results of wet shoes and pant bottoms, but we had a great time that day.

A few weeks later I taught him how to drag a stick along a metal fence to make fence music. He liked that and so did I. That’s why being a grandmother is so much fun. You don’t have to worry about the day-to-day things like parents do.

Now he’s 14 and graduates from the eighth grade next week. Jumping in puddles doesn’t interest him anymore, but playing video games and making animated films does. Time does more than fly — it whizzes by so fast the older you get that you wonder how you can keep up with anything.

When I was sick as a child, my dad used to bring me records from this favorite shop of his in San Francisco. They cost him $1.00 each. He brought me musicals because he knew how much I loved them. I knew all the words to all the songs in Carousel and South Pacific before I ever saw them in the theater or on stage. Thanks, Dad, for a good memory. I bet you and Mom are having the time of your lives in heaven.

Nurturing your inner child can be done in a myriad of ways. You can fly a kite, catch a butterfly, dig a hole, ride your bike, play catch with your own kids or friends, pick some flowers from the garden and present them to your Mom if she’s still alive or enjoy them yourself.

Eating dessert before dinner is a great way to let your inner kid come out to play. Didn’t you always wonder why you had to eat dinner first when you were young? I did. Today I do that sometimes. It feels fabulous.

Dying Easter eggs with your own or others’ children, doodling while you’re attending a boring business meeting, taking a different way to work, watching re-runs of “Leave It to Beaver” or “Happy Days,” or playing with a yellow duckie when you take a bath will all keep you young longer.

I have two inner children, the one that loves to come out to play and the one that is wounded emotionally. It used to be that I spent a lot more time holding the hurt kid. But today she only comes around every so often. Today I spend a lot of time recognizing the one that wants to play and the little things I do or someone else does to make that possible.

I hope you will take care of your inner child today in some way. I know you’ll be glad you did.

Ice cream, anyone?

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16 responses to “Soaking Wet – Nurturing My Inner Child

  1. Shirley Colley

    Thanks Ellie, your are the best. Love Shirley

  2. I just love this. Well said. Makes me want to go squirt my husband with the hose. 🙂 It’s time to play…while we still can.

  3. You captured my heart with your words! I love when that happens, when I can be transported inside someone else’s exact spot in their heart that allows me to so effortlessly, slip into the story they are weaving and wade in the same puddles! I felt as if I were running through the sprinklers with you!!! Thank you! I needed that!

  4. Steven Sawyer

    This was AWESOME. I have the same two inner children. I don’t nurture the one who loves to come out and play enough. WOW! Thank you for the inspiration. I haven’t played with my inner child in awhile. I know the blessings of being a grandpa. My granddaughters are not old enough to play fence music or grovel in the mud. But when they are we’re going to have a ball, despite what mom says. I’d love some ice cream. And I’m going to have some just as soon as I find my rubber duckie! :>) Wonderful Wonderful. Thank you so much for my refreshment!

  5. Our all-important inner child. So wonderful to love it, now, even if we didn’t do it in the past. Great post!

  6. Elegantly written, and so playfully inspired. Love it! Thank you for sharing, brings me easily back to a day when life was just about that…Having fun, and loving the little things in life!

  7. Ellie, thank you so much for reminding me to take care of my inner me. Life goes by to quickly sometimes, and it’s good to slow down and remember what it is to be a child.

  8. ~~~~I have two inner children, the one that loves to come out to play and the one that is wounded emotionally.~~~~
    I came back to re-read this one! SO GOOD!!! The line above still brought tears to my eyes. For us both!
    For that matter, I am sure for all of us~ The ones who open our lives and share for all to see… and the ones who keep everything tighlty in place.

  9. So right on. It’s only been in the past year that I’ve found that compassionate inner voice–and I’m in my 40s! But so much more productive than the old one.

    • It’s amazing, isn’t it, Kay? When we can hear the “compassionate inner voice” as you so lovingly put it, we’re much more at peace and life becomes much easier. Thanks for stopping by. I hope to see you again soon!

  10. I’m promising myself I will play more with my inner child…I have 3 children under 10, so should have no excuse.
    So a lunch of desserts, jumping up and down in muddy puddles (that’s the Peppa Pig influence) and blowing bubbles are coming up soon. Thank you Ellie for reminding us of the simple pleasures in life.

  11. This is the cutest, I love it!

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