Posted by Cheryl Burrhus on Saturday, May 29, 2010
Under: My Musings
Running, Jumping, Laughing, Playing ball, Sweat and dirt don't seem to bother them. They almost welcome it. Perpetual motion, Never-ending energy. Their heads hit the pillow at night, Exhausted, But, fighting sleep.
(I wrote this many years ago when my son, who is now 20, was about 6. I was sitting in the bleachers watching him play basketball.)