Energy crisis?

Constantly in the news I am hearing about an energy crisis in our world. The politicians debate it, the news exacerbate it, and the country fears it worsening. Yet, in my home over the last two weeks, I did not experience an energy crisis.

Evan is fortunate enough to be a participant in a home preschool program every Wednesday morning where a group of five moms take turns teaching our four year old sons a preschool lesson for over two hours on a topic of our choice. December happens to be my month as preschool mom. Having this honor means I am also the lucky mom to plan the holiday program-- happening this Thursday-- and to teach the kids songs, to make cookies, and to create secret crafts.

Two weeks ago my turn began, and I was completely amused by the amount of energy that five boys possess. Each week, their energy continued to increase. They would race into the house and sprint up my stairs and jump and frolic until circle time. During circle time, we would attempt to sit and discuss the topic of the day and look at the calendar. Inevitably, two boys would always be kicking their legs in the air or jumping with their knees solidly underneath them.

As we made our crafts, someone would always be teetering on the side of their chair, precariously perched on the precipice of a fall. Hands would be shooting across the table reaching for glue-- always the blue glitter glue-- and vying for an opportunity to use the best instruments.

While we decorated festive cookies for the party, the boys would be licking the frosting, their fingers and even the tables to slurp the last bit of yummy sweetness. I would watch them surreptitiously attempt to conceal their private pilfer of an M and M from the decorating bowls in the middle of the table. Free time was always their most energetic. Their favorite focus was donning superhero costumes and travelling to exotic locations in search of a new foe. They would race up and down the two sets of stairs in my house in search of the "bad guys." Watching them was enervating, causing me to rest my tired feet and merely observe their revelry. The most amusing display of energy was when I had them practice their Christmas program songs last evening. We sing five different songs and use three separate props. Trying to organize this effort was hysterical. Between every song the boys were twirling, leaping, wrestling, running, yelling, wiggling, and giggling. In my Utopian world, they would all stand still as soldiers demurely singing their tunes. Yet, this is not what boys do! They have a boundless supply of energy.

So, is there an energy crisis in our world? I don't think so. At least not in my world.