I hadn't yet wanted to grow up in this picture. I was doing my favorite thing. I was with Mommy.
When I hit school age (not the fun stuff like kindergarten), that was when I wanted to grow up. Don't get me wrong. I loved learning. I still do! But I didn't like spending five days a week in "lock down". Lock down for me was anywhere I couldn't get up and walk away from. I'm still the same. It has a lot o do with my panic and anxiety order. Anywho, back to my topic.
If I could go back to a certain time, I wouldn't pick childhood. I wouldn't mind being thirty again. Let's say twenty-five to thirty. I like what I was doing, and I still had my parents and grandmother.
However, fifty-five I am, and I am trying to find the fun and joy in that. If time is going to fly, I want to have fun while it's happening.
I have an idea for us. When you have some time to yourself, make that day last. Enjoy being with yourself and the space around you. Find a quiet place and read, work on a craft, go to the park, or going fun shopping (not the I-have-to-do-my-errands shopping). Sunday is the day I can do this.
I totally agree with you, Lisa! I couldn’t wait to be “grown up”. Now, I look back on childhood with precious memories. There are times, in my life, I wish I could go back to those days.ReplyDelete
I, too, am trying to find ways to better enjoy the years (hopefully) I have left.