Even though we all know Teigan is a total genius, let’s be honest, she won’t be reading books for a few years. Did that stop me from purchasing Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein a few months ago? Nope.
Anywho, I couldn’t help but flip through it tonight and reminisce about my ol’ favorite book of children’s poems. I came across one that struck a cord…
Hug O’ WarI will not play at tug o’ warI’d rather play at hug o’ war,Where everyone hugsInstead of tugsWhere everyone gigglesAnd rolls on the rug,Where everyone kissesAnd everyone grins
And everyone cuddles
And everyone wins.
Ah, to have a child’s innocent, all-embracing, inquisitive mind again. Wouldn’t it be nice… for everyone to win? I think that rarely happens in life.
Except, of course, those folks who compete in homemade cherry pie-eating contests. I mean, even if you don’t “win”, you totally “win”. It’s pie. Homemade. Cherry. And you’re eating it. WIN!