Apparently my sisters woke up this morning dead set on having a Winter lemonade stand. Their idea was to go door-to-door in the neighborhood selling cups of hot chocolate for a quarter. Brilliant, I thought. Too cold outside, thought Dad and Christy. But they let the girls go for it anyway, and for that I was proud of them. But for the record, it is really cold outside.
So the girls waltzed next-door with hot chocolate and high hopes. The neighbor lady turned them down saying she didn’t have any money on her and she’d already had her morning coffee. C’mon, who really can’t find 25 cents anywhere in their house? And who is going to crush the hopes of a couple of eleven-year-olds because she’s already had a cup of coffee today? Oh well.
Anyway, the girls came back home just as happy as you please, squealing “It’s too cold out here for selling hot chocolate!!” and they abandoned their Winter lemonade stand without a second thought.
It just struck me how simple and how happy kids can be. My sisters woke up this morning dead set on a goal. They went for it. They failed miserably. And they had a blast doing it, so they didn’t mind in the least. I’m not saying that adults should relish failure. But I think we “grown-ups” could certainly learn something from the simple, undaunted happiness of kids.