I firmly believe that any day that ends with my being dirty was a good day. The dirt can be from playing, from working hard, from having an adventure or even a misadventure. But if I come home and I’m dirty it can only mean:
- I’m safely home,
- I’m still alive, and
- I was really living. (There is a difference between merely being alive and truly living).
Getting dirty – whether in word, thought or deed – means you’ve done something to flout the straight and narrow conventions that say we must behave ourselves and be clean and in control at all times.
You’re dirty. You let go, freed yourself from the rules, and even if only for a little while, exercised a wilder you.
The other day on my way into work I stopped to greet three Rottweilers that were out with their owner having a wet, mucky romp. I know these dogs so their hello back was canine joyous and very big. I ended up covered in mud and slobber from my chin to my knees. I couldn’t have been happier.
As I walked into the office I was smiling and thinking “It’s not even 9:00 a.m. and I’m already dirty. It’s going to be a great day!” And it was.
4 thoughts on “Oh you dirty dirty girl”
I couldn’t agree more wholeheartedly! Bring on the mess! Have you ever finger-painted with pudding?
LOL! I like pudding too much to play with it… it just gets eaten. However, I have played lick ’em and stick ’em with oreo cookies.
Claire came home dirty from Day Camp yesterday and I couldn’t be prouder of her. That meant she wasn’t being shy on the picnic table but she was right in there giving her all.
Hooray for Claire! And hooray for you as a parent for appreciating the beauty and joy of a dirty child. 🙂