Fountain of Youth

Children are our fountain of youth.
Forever bringing into the light the things we have become too busy or too jaded to notice ourselves.
Like, how a stick picked up off the ground can serve as not only a sword, but a magic wand, a musical instrument, a fishing pole, a pen, a microphone, a shovel, or in some cases a snack.
Like how clouds resemble animals.
And how animals resemble people.
Like how it really is hilarious when someone falls down.
Except if its them of course.
Children are our fountain of youth.
Always reminding us that things aren't as bad as they seem.
Like just when life's problems feel too much to bear
Then they ask "Where do babies come from?"
And suddenly we know things could always be much worse.
Children are our fountain of youth.
Constantly keeping us humble.
Like just when we think we have it all figured out.
And then they come home from school teaching us something we didn't know.
And they are 5.
Or when they call us out on our crap.
And all we are left with is a measly, "Because I said so."
Children are our fountain of youth.
Loving us without question.
Forgiving us when we don't deserve it.
Being hopeful when we have given up.
Allowing us to be who we really are.
And making us want to be more.
Children are our fountain of youth.