Monday, October 30, 2006
Being a Kid
Sure. You have to face the upcoming teenage years. But we didn't know about them then. We just went with the flow. We didn't anticipate what would happen to us.
We rode our bikes all over the place without a care in the world.
We roller skated to our heart's content.
We didn't have to worry about what was for dinner. We only had to worry that it would be something we liked.
We didn't have to worry about making bill payments, or buying groceries on a budget. We just ate what was in the house, and consumed what was around us because we had no clue.
We played with our friends and didn't worry that someone else had more money than we did. That just meant they had the cooler toys.
We watched Saturday Morning cartoons with no reserve ... our parents could trust the content in them.
We went to school to have fun and learn. It was never a chore.
Recess time was the most liberating part of our day.
School programs were about presidents and animals and we sang cute little finger play songs.
We recited the Pledge of Allegiance by rote, never really understanding the price that was, and still is, paid for our freedom and ability to recite that Pledge.
In so many ways, adults look back to those times of childhood and wish that we could go back. Wish we could return with the knowledge that we have now and relive those years, fully appreciating what we had when we had it.
As I listen to the laughter of my youngest two children playing with water and soap in the bathroom sink, I relive those moments, and I savor every sight and every sound that is emitted in this house.
Because I am reliving my childhood ... just through my children's eyes.
posted by Knitting Maniac at 8:39 AM
I'm a mom of three peeps ... Queen Bee, The Door Man, and the Chandelier Monkey, and wife to Ace, the Helpful Hardware Man. I created this space to get away from the people known as my inlaws, and because life with three kids and a hubby is all Unexplored Territory.
The nine-year-old who seems to be growing older every minute, has an opinion and a comment for everything, and has a true servant's heart.
The seven-year-old who loves the organization of things, will someday be someone's therapist because of his kind soul, and will more than likely be living with us until he is 40 years old.
The five-year-old with the 13-year-old attitude, who has a dictator's personality, asks you to watch her all the time and say "hold on" to keep your attention, and will someday come home on the back of some dude's motorcycle with 10 tatts and a body piercing or two.
The man of the house, the fixer of things, the winner of prizes, and the only person in his family to escape the South.
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5 Comments:
I'm totally reliving my high school days with the oldest two in HS now. Drummerboy is in the band and I remember those days like they just happened yesterday. I had so much fun in marching band and that is probably why I force Pman to drive 60 miles to see Drummerboy march/play. Every kid needs their parents in the audience.
Gorgeous post. All so true. Times sure change.
I wonder what we would do all day without our kids to fill it?
Kelly, oftentimes I wonder what I *would* do with that time. When the kids are not around, I think to myself "man .. this is BORING!"
awww, hugs. you will be so missed. so much. for your humor. for your caring. for your humor. for your games. for your humor.
damn it. with whom shall i cuddle?
i certainly understand. you will certainly be missed.
i guess "six degress of kevin bacon" is out. unless we call you ;o)
Christie: Call me, man. Just don't be calling me at the time you would be playing Six Degrees because I KNOW that will be sometime at like 3 or 4 in the morning!
But I DO expect a phone call from you. For real!
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