Switchfoot – The World You Want



What you say is your religion
How you say it’s your religion
Who you love is your religion
How you love is your religion
All your science, your religion
All your hatred, your religion
All your wars are your religion
Every breath is your religion, yeah

You change the world
You change the world
You change my world
Everyday you’re alive

Monkey Business

There was once in my life when a whole story that surrounded me happened while I was asleep. I’ll try to make it sound as dramatic as I can (And as well as I can remember how my mom told it).

One afternoon, I was a-napping. This afternoon happened about maybe 15¬†years ago. I was still a kid. My younger brother, who was probably still a toddler, thought it would be a good idea to put some cream on my feet. My bed wasn’t a tall bed, and he probably felt like I needed some pampering. So, he generously applied as much body cream on my entire leg as possible. He didn’t forget some of my arms and maybe put some on my face as well. And he also put some on my clothes, just in case.
My mom found him with cream all over his hands and I think some on the floor. She also found an almost empty bottle of cream. And an eldest son sleeping peacefully. Unaware of the mess that was not around him, but on him.
Honestly, I don’t remember any of that. This is what I do remember. I remember waking up feeling a little weird. Like a sort of dry-slippery. Too smooth. Like I could fall if I took a step out of my bed. I remember not understanding why. And I could remember my mom looking very very very amused, like something was very wrong yet very right at the same time.

As you would probably have guessed by now, my mom cleaned up all the mess, wiped me down, wiped my brother down, wiped the floor, and cleared everything up, so that when I woke up, there was no evidence of anything wrong. So this story was really my mom’s story than mine. A story about¬†how children learned from adults how to act like adults.