What’s life without whimsy?
What indeed, Sheldon.
Those silly little things that make you chuckle, that lift your spirits, that you do for no reason other than to put a smile on your face, that’s whimsy.
Not so long ago a friend and I visited Wombeyan Caves. I blogged about it just before the Challenge started. After we came out of the caves, my friend spotted a slippery slide and went for it. Never mind that she was a middle-aged woman, the pure joy on her face as she went down was incredibly uplifting. That’s whimsy.
Walking through a pile of Autumn leaves, throwing them in the air, having a leaf fight. That’s whimsy.
Crawling into a bed of freshly laundered sheets. That’s whimsy.
Sitting in the garden with the warm sun on your back, reading. That’s whimsy.
Sneaking out of the office to briefly feel wind on your face. That’s whimsy.
Cracking up at silly jokes and sayings. That’s whimsy.
Listening to the whole top 100 countdown of karaoke songs. That’s whimsy.
Engaging in the following conversation with my teen son is whimsy
Me: the bed man is coming to deliver the mattress today. You’ll have to let him in and pay him the delivery fee
Me: It means you’ll need to hear the doorbell and open the door
Me: You will let him in won’t you and not miss it?
Him: Nerf (At last the sign of a neuron firing)
Me: Ok, I’ve spoken to the mattress man and he’s coming between 11.30am and 2.30pm. Please make sure you are in the room closest to the door from about 11am
Him: I get it, Mum
Text from him at midday: It’s arrived, it’s in, he’s paid, all good
Text from me: Thank you my child. I have taught you well. You can go back to your day now, normal transmission can resume.
Text from him (1): Mum, don’t be weird.
Text from him (2): That’s my job.
Which leads us to another great W permission, to be weird. I practice it daily. I’d worry greatly if my children didn’t think I was weird, it’s my job and frankly my privilege to be so. We laugh at all our
wierdness uniqueness. Every family has their own brand. Which leads us to the final W word of the day. Wonderful.
God said let there be whimsy and there was and it was wonderful.
Today I give myself permission to be whimsical and just a little weird.