From my Aunt Barbara Aldrich 1934-2012, my little man's grandmother (and my mother's sister)--"Don't be in such a hurry to grow up. You're old for a very long time."
Life is so much simpler when you're seven. Your worries are small, your days are simple, and ice cream is the greatest treat ever. Having my little man (my cousin's son) here for a visit is a potent reminder to me that we shouldn't lose our joy of uncomplicated living. I don't know why it is that with the onslaught of adulthood we completely abandon our unencumbered zest for life, but we seem to leave it somewhere between bill paying and having a grown-up job. It's a mistake! And perhaps this is why I have often found being an adult a total let down. Remember when we were all SO excited to grow up? And then we did it only to discover it was a trap, a big fat lie! Sure, we could run with scissors now and eat cake for breakfast, but we also were stuck with a thousand responsibilities and no one to take care of them but...ourselves! When my little man heads home on Saturday, I need him to leave behind the spirit of seven. The older I get, the more I want to turn back the clock and embrace all things found in those straightforward childhood pleasures. Maybe if I slip some of that out of his suitcase before he leaves, he won't notice. I'm sure he has an abundance to share. I'll have a wee dose of that boundless energy, too, while we're at it. *All permissions obtained.
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I grew up in rural North Carolina. When I was only nineteen, I moved away and became a military wife. My only aspiration at that tender time in my life was to create an adult life that "fixed" all of the "injustices" of my childhood. Secretly, however, I wanted to reach for the sky! I wanted to be a writer and find ways to "save the world" (my mother used to say, "You have Save the World Syndrome".). Mostly, I wanted to matter. Archives
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