Sometimes, I hate being an adult. In fact, truth be told, I have always envied a little toddler screaming and pummeling the concrete floor in Target after a toy was finally put back on the shelf. They got it out of their system; they expressed themselves. Now, it's over, and let's move on. It's really cathartic .
I used to even marvel at my own two children who were almost possessed by a split personality. My daughter would explode like Mount Vesuvius, and then like someone had flipped a switch, kindly make some other unrelated random request so quietly I might have to bend down to hear it.
They sleep better than we do, too. Standing in their doorway at night, I would pause to just watch them sleep. I remember taking in their calm porcelain faces with deep admiration.
Don't worry. I won't be starting any new fangled "Emotional Release," groups for adults any time soon. . . .
We were recently on vacation with our kids. I was always the last one to go to sleep at night since I stay up to read. I adored watching their precious, tranquil faces as they slept in bed. Such sweetness.
ReplyDeleteJust wanted to let you know that was me!
DeleteI would definitely sign up for that support group!! Yes, I envy toddlers and dogs, too. I think there is something so simple about a life guided by immediacy!
ReplyDeleteI have a new grandson and love watching him be a baby, sweet, innocent, unaware of life’s complications, and like you I long to drink in and relive those carefree, halcyon days, although I probably thought my toddler life was stressful and full of problems at the time. Isn’t life like that? We long for another time at all times of life,
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