is for Kids…and Kites.
I love these pictures because they catch the essence of Joy with Kids. I think most of us have fond memories of childhood, and I think the reason is because Kids are amazed by every little thing. I remember finding potato bugs (I called them rolly polies) and being mesmerized by how they rolled up into a perfect ball whenever I touched them. I remember swinging as high as I could on my backyard swing, the air whipping through my hair and making me feel invincible. I spent hours climbing and playing in our front yard mulberry, loving the rough feel of bark under my hands.
I love watching Kids play and talk. They’re so full of energy and enthusiasm. It makes me feel young again. It is especially fun to watch my Kids with a Kite. The one in these pictures was so strong it almost lifted our son off the ground that day.
Some people don’t like the term ‘Kids;’ they think it’s demeaning because it’s the same as for a baby goat. To those people I say…Have you watched a Kid recently. They jump around and bleet, neigh or croak like little goats all the time.
So I will keep using the term Kid. I was a Kid. I love my own Kids. And I don’t think I’m demeaning anybody by using it. Maybe if some stalker dude comes up to a ‘child’ and says, “Hey, Kid,” you might get scared…but otherwise, I think it is endearing (or en-goating).