These Old Bones
Having children commands more energy than all of the coffee in the world can offer. We chase after them in the mornings, making sure their shoes are tied and matching before the school bus leaves them behind, and we chase after them when they run off in the store because they saw that shiny thing over there.
We chase after them for fun in less hurried times, pretending to be cops and robbers or giant tickle monsters ready to feast on their footsies. In these make-believe moments, we can easily forget our bodies aren’t as agile and flexible as our mini-me’s. Maybe we’ll invest in some protective gear.