Wednesday Wisdom | Born to Run Barefoot

by Megan on March 24, 2010

Children were not born to walk. They were born to run– barefoot, over rocks, through the water, through the mud. We need to give greater recognition to the energy and joy of children.

— Bev Boss

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Queenie March 24, 2010 at 9:42 am

Thats just it so many times we as adults are pushing kids to be instead of just letting them be. I love this quote! Has anyone ever found themselves doing this with their child?
.-= Queenie´s last blog ..Simple Stories to Chapter Books – Four Series Your Kids Will Love =-.

Jim March 24, 2010 at 7:03 pm

This is so true. Overprotecting kids (not only at home but at school) will stunt their growth. My brother wanted to be a dog when he was 5 and my Mom let him crawl on his hands and knees and bark as much as his hear desired. Grandma got upset when Mom put a plate of food under the table for my brother to eat. But that was what he wanted to do and she let him!

Rachael March 25, 2010 at 7:41 pm

So true, and that’s why I always feel bad for not letting them run in the house. Haha. 😉

Melissa March 27, 2010 at 3:48 pm

Jim, your mom is a wise woman. With her houseful of kids, she definitely had to pick her battles. One of my favorite things about her is that she always gives her kids the freedom to be themselves!

I love this quote. One of my favorite field trips took place when I was working in North Las Vegas. We took the kids fishing! It was so exciting to see them catch and release, but it was even more exciting to watch them climb trees! These were inner-city kids, and many of them were climbing trees for the very first time! There were three of us teachers on the trip, and one of them kept on talking about liability and consequences, and I get it, we were breaking school policy. But the other teacher and I knew that was what these kids needed to do! We took a risk, and it was so worth it. This need is an inherent need in children, to explore nature.

It happened five years ago, and I still have a picture of Miguel, up in that tree, in a frame in my office. And Ahmyreon, smiling with his fish, is up on my fridge. It remains one of the happiest days of my career.