I was reminded last night of how Picasso strived his entire life to learn how to draw like a child.

When we look at his art, to some it is immediately understood.
Others would either walk away shaking their heads or stay for a very long time to try interperting it.

It is unfortunate that as we grow and absorb more and more information, we get overloaded with so many "pieces of life" that we too often forget how to enjoy the child we once were.

To be honest, the simpler we can be, the less seriously we try, the more of our inner heart will come through in a good way.

Less overthinking is a better way. Just doing is an okay thing.

Maybe your accomplishments will be Picassos in spite of yourself.

I remember taking my kids to the mall in the winter.

They needed clothes for a trip to the grandparents in Florida.

Torture!

It was soooo  freezing cold outside that they had to be bundled up with snowpants, boots, puffy jacket, hats, scarf, mittens.

But, I did it! I was sweating and exhausted but I did it, and it only took half an hour!

Once they were in the car they were complaining that it was too hot and they wanted to take their jackets off.

Forget it!

Please don't! Or else!

It's too hard to put it back on.

We just have to make it into the mall.

Since they were still too small to be let out on their own, they were crammed clothing and all into the stroller.

There they were, stuck like marshmallows into their seats with no hope of escape.

BUT, NOW I had a real problem!

How was I going to have them try on clothing?

If I even contemplated undressing them to try on clothes that might or might not fit I would need my head examined.

This was not going to happen.

Now they were fidgeting, and whining and trying to escape the carriage jail.

They got the hats off and dropped them down the side of the carriage to be casually lost ....then the mittens came off ( ha! the mitten clips do work! ).

They managed to kick off one or two boots as they squirmed and cried that they were hot! And we hadn't even gotten into the store yet.

As I desperately tried to retrieve lost items  strewn like crumbs in Hansel and Gretel I knew that

THIS IS NOT FUN!

Now I was hot and frenetic and had no clothes for them to boot.

That's it....we were leaving!

Bag -less,  clothing-less and triumphant - less.

Does everyone go through this trauma too?

HELP ME PLEASE!