I want to read and learn all I can, write thoughtfully and truthfully, live according to reason and ever more mature wisdom, and savor every wonderful little gift of life.
It’s grand to be a child, to be cared for
and protected, while romping loud and wild;
to babble, sob, or scream without reserve:
it’s grand to be a child, when you’re a child.
But grander still is being an adult.
It’s true! It’s what I’ve learned as years have passed–
that there is joy in caring for myself,
in trusting my own strength to hold me fast,
in being free to speak with wise restraint,
to choose my actions judging what is best
for me and those I love, to discipline
myself to reach my dreams and build my nest.
And yet, I still have thrilling, childlike fun.
When you’re an adult, it’s grand to be one!