Back in the old days, there was a brand of cereal for children—Trix. And all the promotional and advertising blurbs for the cereal featured an animated rabbit, named “Rabbit” oddly enough, who was desperate to get a bowl of this sugary, fruit-flavored cereal. (I’m old enough to remember when the cereal was all round shapes rather than fruit shapes.) But every time he’d try, he’d fail, and the kids in the commercial would always chastise him: “Silly Rabbit! Trix are for kids!”
I always felt so bad for poor Rabbit. He just wanted a bowl of cereal. What was the crime in that?
But as I got older, it started to make sense to me, in a weird, random sort of way. Not that rabbits shouldn’t eat cereal. That much was obvious. But that there were some things certain groups of people could do that other people couldn’t—like kids and grownups.
Grownups could do just about everything (that’s what it seemed like when I was a kid), and kids had to wait until they got to be grownups before they could join in the fun on activities like driving a car, voting in an election, having a locker at school, and eating a whole extra value meal from McDonald’s by yourself.
As a kid, I always looked forward to the things I would get to do as an adult, but I never expected to look back and long for the things I used to do as a child.
Here in Kansas, it’s rare to have warm temps and sunshine in January. Usually January and February are the months where we freeze our butts off. But this past Saturday, it was around 65 degrees! So we made the most of it!
My “sisters” had planned to meet up on Saturday afternoon before church, and we really hadn’t decided what we were going to do. Until one of us suggested that we spend the afternoon coloring and listening to music. So that’s what we decided to do. And since it was so nice outside, we decided to color outdoors in the sunshine!
The adult coloring book revolution has really struck the marketplace hard. It seems like everyone is coloring now, and the bookstores have huge displays of coloring books. The trend makes me really happy. I’ve always loved to color, but (like every other adult out there) when I got to a certain age, it became something I didn’t think I should do anymore. After all, it’s a time waster. Isn’t it?
Well, it depends on how you define wasting time. If coloring relaxes you and helps your brain rest, is it really a waste of time? Honestly, I can’t say that coloring relaxes me exactly, but it does give my brain a rest from the break-neck pace it’s always running at.
I’ve been compiling a list of the best coloring books (in my opinion) and the best markers I’ve used. I have a lot of friends who are into this coloring thing too, so I’ve been keeping track of their books and supplies too. So I put together a list for anyone who’s looking to get started but doesn’t know where to begin.
When I got to the house last night, though, the weather was so incredible, we didn’t start coloring right away. Well, actually, maybe we did. Hoochild was out and about with her tricycle and her sidewalk chalk. So before we colored in our books, we drew all over the driveway and got covered in chalk!
I learned several important lessons:
One, sidewalk chalk honestly does get everywhere.
Two, Hoochild is a better artist than I am.
Three, coloring or drawing or just making a mess isn’t only for kids.
Seriously, adults, there’s a time and place for being neat and orderly, and there’s a time and place for playing. Even adults need playtime. Actually we may need it more than kids do, but we think playtime or having fun is for kids because we’ve got more important things to do.
So here’s your official permission to play like a kid every now and then. It’s good for you. Break out the coloring books. Make a mess with your sidewalk chalk. Create something. Run around in circles screaming. Believe me, you’ll feel much better and much more able to face the grownup world when you’re finished.