I have loved Curious George since I was a child. Not only was he a cute
little character (which goes a long way!), he always had to figure
things out, to follow his curiosity, even when it got him into crazy
situations.
Practically every day this year has been a new "Georgish" adventure for
me. Instead of heading off, almost on auto-pilot, to a job I knew
inside and out, I have watched my husband and kids go off to face the
world (as the Man with the Yellow Hat always did), while my own day was often
still to be determined. Would there be a networking coffee that left me
scrambling to meet the school bus on time? Would the day include
buying groceries to attempt a never before made recipe? Though I rarely
got myself into jams quite like George's, I was not usually satisfied to sit
back and just enjoy the home and family time that I suddenly had after
so many years of full-time work. I had to be moving ahead, always, like
George, exploring the next thing. Would I write a children's book?
Would I get enough equipment and training to be a full-time at-home
editor? Would I learn enough about accounting to run the business end
of things? Every day has been full of questioning (some good, some bad)
and curiosity, like George's.
When I started reading Curious George books to my children, I always
changed the words "too curious," to just "curious," so that they would never think
curiosity was a bad thing. Yes, George's curiosity got him broken legs
and swallowed puzzle pieces, but it also got him adventures in animal
shows and the chance to make sad children happy. And, while my
exploration has led to some dead ends, some disappointments, and some jobs
that started and ended, I can't think of my curiosity as a bad thing.
It has enabled me to meet new people. It has given me a window into
lots of different areas, and it has given me (as a friend reminded me
today) the opportunity to learn about myself and spend time with my
family.
So, with George by my side, I will try to remain very curious, even when it hurts, and hopefully, even
when I have less time for curiosity. I would never have let my children
think that curiosity was a bad thing, and I'd better not let myself think so either.
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