Wet Hair and No Fear

My daughter is 7 mos old and I am in awe of her. She is amazed over the smallest of things. I love how fresh her mind is. She sees things like wet hair as some fantastic thing to get excited about. It’s so fun to watch her reaction to pretty much everything.

As I enjoy her innocence each day, I have been reflecting. So…today I have made a list of things I wish I could have held onto as a kid:

1.    Fearlessness:  Children are never afraid to try new things until an adult gives them a reason to. When I was 3, I was ready to perform at my first ballet recital. I overheard a little girl tell her mother that she had butterflies. I asked my mom what that was, and she told me not to worry about it; changing the subject. She later told me that she did that so I wouldn’t be afraid. I love her for that.

2.    Excitement: I spent the weekend with some friends that had two sweet kids full of energy. They were enamored with my daughter and with having guests at their house. They were 3 and 5. I was promptly escorted into their rooms so they could show me all their cool stuff. They brought toy after toy out to demonstrate it for me and M. They ran and skipped with sticky hands, falling on the floor laughing. It was the best night of their life because mom and dad had people over. I want excitement like that everyday. Wouldn’t it be nice to almost pee yourself because  you get to go to work? LOL

3.    Creativity: Kids just do it. They don’t ask questions, they don’t think about it. They color whatever they want, whatever color they want. This includes walls. I painted my toenails with a black permanent marker one Sunday morning when I was four. It’s what I wanted. Of course I got in trouble, but it was fun!

4.    Freedom:  I have a friend that tells the story of his daughter getting gussied up for the grocery store. She had on mismatched clothes, clip clop shoes, and her eyebrows painted blue with eye shadow. He told her she looked lovely and off to the store they went. Some days I’d like to do that without being thrown into a mental hospital!

5.     Imagination: As a kid I loved to be someone else. My cousin and I (I was an only child so she is like my sister) used to play Dallas (giggle). She was Bobby Ewing and I was JR (I just gave away my age…sigh). We lived across the hall from each other and made wicked business deals. We used my grandmother’s bedroom and her spare room as our pretend apartments. It was fun being the bad guy. We are told to be nice so much through life it was refreshing! If only I could be whomever I wanted, whenever I wanted. This type of play is the reason why I think I love to read and write stories. I can live vicariously through my characters.

I typically say I’m 10 and holding when someone asks how old I am. I miss the carefree life of childhood; the barbies, the dolls, the random breakage of a window. Is there anything you wish you could have back from childhood?

Advertisements
This entry was posted in Creativity, Uncategorized, Wimsy Items and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

3 Responses to Wet Hair and No Fear

  1. Bongo says:

    So many things we have as children that seems to get drummed out of us as we grow.

  2. Mandy says:

    I love this post. There are so many things I miss about my childhood and have been thinking about these things a lot lately because my husband and I are getting ready to start our own little family! I love just the innocence of childhood, and how unspoiled life was when I didn’t yet know about all the bad things in the world. I’m so looking forward to experiencing things through my child’s eyes.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s