He spins around and around on his shiny, red, spider bicycle. He is laughing, singing and talking, always talking. We sit, in the middle of his circle on a colorful woollen blanket, feeling dizzy watching this boy full of sparkle and spirit.
Today I decided to allow the chubby hands of these small boys to guide me through our day.
Leaving my tiredness tucked up, under my pillow for another day. Awoken at the crack of dawn, only two hours after the last call. I am greeted with a toothless smile from ear to ear, so happy is he, that he almost bounces right out of his stripy babygro. How could such a delightful creature make me feel so old and tired? Not today, today we will play.
We danced among the mess, twirling around until the floor became a choppy sea. We spoke in great detail of monsters and super hero’s. He answered all my questions with the knowledge of a well read monster scholar. He convinced me to practice what I preach and just try. Try, to sit upon his shiny spider bicycle and follow his circle of life. My knees poked out too far, the too small uncomfortable saddle disappeared beneath me. We laughed, I laughed. I was transported back to 1983. I was riding my sky blue bicycle with those stabilisers that kept falling off, causing me to tumble into the grass. I was smiling and all the more determined to try again.
Tiredness is physical this we know.
However perhaps it is also an attitude.
I decided to leave my attitude in bed that day, while I played amongst the cherubs.