The past few weeks I have “missed my childhood” – or maybe rather the daunting tasks of adulthood (NOT motherhood) have worn me down quite a bit. I have been thinking of our children’s childhood, which sent me strolling down memory lane, skipping along the paths of my younger years – my life in Denmark. I have come to realize that there are a number of things that I really miss about being a kid, things I wish my parents would still do for me!
- Make people play nice! My mom was always the best at coming to my defense, but in such a way that no one ever knew how or what had just happened. She was the Yoda of protecting her young. I used to get picked on quite a bit in grade school and all I ever had to do was tell my mom and she would “take care of things” (not in a mafia kind of way – more like stealth-mom-mind-tricks). I never knew what or how she did it – but the teasing would subside for a while. Some days I wish my mom could place those phone calls, wave her magic wand or whatever it was she used to do – and make people play nice around me!
- Tell me what to do with this kid! There comes a point in every mom’s life where she takes a step back, looks around and says “I need answers – where is this kid’s mom?!”… Only then to feel the magnitude of motherhood weigh heavy on her shoulders as she realizes that SHE is “that kid’s” mom – the person who is supposed to have all the answers. Now, don’t think that I am overwhelmed with four boys – who would be?! They are sweet little cherubs who add only joy and sweetness to my day. It is, however, the logistics of who goes where, why and with WHAT?! that has me a little baffled. But somehow, someway all the kids get to where they are supposed to go in the right amount of time – and at the end of the day they find their way home! So apparently I DO have all the answers, because I AM that kid’s mom!
- Tuck me in! After a long day of doing whatever it is that I do, I LOVE sliding into bed with my little snuggle monsters (Jonah and Jansen) and then drift off into a nice comfortable restful sleep. But before I get that far – I often ask my husband to tuck me in – it’s a little known secret, and I might never admit to it again! But I do love having the blankets tucking in around me… and that’s what my mom used to do every night before I went to sleep. Just last night Jordan came into our bedroom, well past his bedtime. He wanted me to tuck him in – and I was SO honored and proud to see that my little quirk has spilled over into this little boy! I might have my mom show my husband how to properly tuck the blankets next time she comes to visit.
- Read to me! I come from a family of readers. Both my parents loved to read and instilled that in both me and my sister, which is a true blessing. One of the things that I really miss from my childhood is having my dad read comics to me. Not only did he speak Danish with a very heavy American accent, but he was truly a child at heart. He could bring an ordinary Danish comic to life by turning it into a scene from one of the original Batman TV series where all the sounds appear in sound bubbles on the screen. Imagine having John Wayne (that’s how he sounded with his accent) narrate a Batman comic to you… see – entertaining – and I would pay big bucks to have just another comic read by my dad.
- Lay my clothes out! I think this post explains it all: “Six Steps to Getting Mom Dressed Without Tears“. I would love for my mom to leave my clothes for the next day on the couch – this would solve so many struggles.
All in all, as an adult, I am doing just fine. But every once in a while, we all need to regroup, look back where we came from and appreciate the journey that brought us this far. The memories of when we felt safe, protected and shielded from the outside world were not just part of an innocent childhood, but rather stepping stones leading to an independent adulthood.
Please tell me I am not the only one who misses these things on occasion. Leave me a comment with your list…