The Freedom of Childhood


Do you ever miss being a child? I know I do.

I miss the feeling of running so fast you think your legs might fall off.

I miss the feeling of going to bed at night and falling right to sleep because you have nothing on your mind.

I miss the feeling of hoping there was mail in the mailbox for you and racing my sister to the mailbox to see who would get there first.

I miss the feeling of not worrying about anything really and of just thinking about who I was going to play with at the next recess or what my Mom would be cooking for dinner that night.

Now, I couldn’t run probably two blocks to save my life (more on this in another post, but no I am not a “fit” person). 

It takes me a least an hour to fall asleep last night, and that’s with taking medication to help shut my anxiety off.

I dread opening the mailbox each day for fear of new bills or jury duty notices.

I worry constantly because I am a Mom and now I’m the one who has to figure out what’s for dinner, and cook it, and clean up after it!

The one thing I miss the most about childhood is the freedom I felt. Freedom to do anything I wanted, pretty much whenever I wanted, without having to worry about what other people thought.

I still live this freedom vicariously through my son and seeing the world through his innocent eyes gives me a glimpse of what life used to be like. I hope he holds on to his doe-eyed innocence for a long time before he gets jaded about the world.

And I hope that he will one day look back on his childhood as fondly as I do mine and remember how easy it was and how much fun and freedom he had.

Until next time, I’ll be in the kitchen. Returning phone calls while helping my son learn to read and cooking the next meal on the stove and thinking about all the bills that still need to be paid before the end of the month.


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