Posts Tagged ‘Childhood’

Another Lesson I Learned From Childhood (That Was NOT What They Were Trying To Teach Me At The Time)

June 7, 2016

If someone tells you in an overly cheery voice that something is “yummy,” be suspicious.  Be very, very suspicious!

Sometimes You Stub Your Toe On The Milestone As You Pass, But You Still Pass It

September 9, 2015

Given how early he started teething, it should have been no surprise that L. lost his first baby tooth last night . . . but it managed to surprise us all anyway.  We all knew one of his front teeth was a little loose (a fact which . . . displeased L.), but none of us thought it was that loose, which is probably why nobody thought anything of having corn on the cob for dinner until after the tooth was gone.  L. promptly went from displeased to distraught over this, and no amount of congratulations and talk from his mother and Lala about how this meant he was growing up and this was a good thing made him feel any better.

For what it’s worth, son, I knew exactly how you felt even before I flashbacked to some of my own childhood lost teeth experiences.

Right now, even though this is exactly what it is, you don’t see this as an opportunity for new growth; you only see the gaping hole left behind by something you’ve lost, and you know that it hurts.  I understand, I really do.  I won’t tell you that everything will be alright in time (even though it will), because right now all you care about is right now, and that’s okay.

Just Because It Reminds You Of Your Childhood Doesn’t Mean You LIKED It

December 29, 2014

Today I came across an honest to goodness moon pie (something of a novelty where I’m currently residing), and an indescribable sense of happiness came over me, first at the sight of it, then at the pleasure of not eating it.

(No disrespect to moon pies, but I’m just not a big fan of marshmallows.  Put bluntly, I’d rather eat the flies off a shoo-fly pie than most marshmallow based desserts.)

Ta Da!

July 11, 2014

When I was a kid I used to love going fishing with my grandparents. These days I don’t generally like the taste of fish enough to catch one, kill it, clean it, gut it, fillet it, and cook it, but I still remember the magic of those times. Of course, like most magic, there was a trick to it.

I caught the fish, and my grandparents did the rest until it was time to eat.

As Promised

March 11, 2014

Yesterday I mentioned there was a story behind this thought, so here it is:

L. had asked me if we could go to the park so he could go down the slide, and after thinking about it for a moment, I said yes and started to get him ready to go.  This took a little extra time since I was specifically looking for the long-sleeved shirt and sweat pants he had worn to the park the other day, and eventually asked for help in locating them.

“It’s not cold enough to need them, is it?” L’s mother asked.

“No,” I replied.  “But it’s not too hot for them either, and what he really wants to do is slide down the slide.  They’re perfect for sliding without getting stuck halfway down.”

L’s mother just looked at me in a way I interpreted as a mix of mild astonishment and moderate amusement.

“What I can say?” I rhetorically asked with a shrug.  “As a veteran child myself, I know these things.”

The Story Behind This Thought Will Be Told Tomorrow

March 10, 2014

A successful adult is, among other things, a veteran child.

– Robert Alan

Enjoying The Game

August 15, 2013

While I stand firm in my refusal to idealize childhood, even I have to admit there’s something to be said for a mindset that has just as much fun dropping the ball as it does successfully catching or throwing it.

It Takes Some People A LONG Time To Become Adults

August 13, 2013

One of the reasons I don’t idealize childhood is because one of its hallmarks is starting to play too wild on the couch, then tumbling off head first, scaring yourself silly in the process, and being saved from injury only because your father (who was already moving to intercept you), managed to grab you by the back of the shirt to keep you from landing on your head.  (I also spilled half a mug’s worth of hot tea in the process, but only a coffee table suffered from that.)

Adults misjudge things too, son, there’s no shame in that, BUT . . .

After such an experience, an adult would not then climb back on the couch and start trying to do exactly the same thing that caused them to fall a moment before.

Memorial Day Event Thoughts (Part Five)

May 31, 2013

5.  For those who doubt the sustainability of yesterday’s “zoo of imagination” idea, I submit to you this:  My son spent half an hour giving sticks to a bear that wasn’t there for anyone else but him.

(Not that the bear didn’t appreciate it, mind you.)

Memorial Day Event Thoughts (Part Four)

May 30, 2013

4.  Once I thought about it, son, I see your point.  An empty bear enclosure with a picture of a bear is just about as good as an enclosure with an actual animal in it.  Half the time you can’t see the animals even if they are there.

(I wonder if they’d be any money in designing an entire children’s zoo around this premise?  Call it the “zoo of imagination” and you could “stock” it with just about anything you’d like.  Only charge a pittance just a little over what you’d need for upkeep, and I’d bet you’d do alright.)