When I grow up… sort of
Posted by admin on Wednesday Nov 12, 2008 Under Mom's LifeHow do you become free? Yeah we’re all technically free, just not the kind of free I’m talking about. I want to be free like Moses and Fifi. I want to think it’s perfectly fine to demand everything, nothing of value to anyone but myself. I want to stop the injustice of the Potato Bug plight. Spending entire afternoons saving them from the rocks on the walkway. Liberating them to a box and shaking them to consciousness.
I want to feel full of satisfaction at all times. Being proud of my refrigerator art. More so that it can never be removed, because I used a permanent marker I found in a secret hiding place. I want to run around the back yard completely free of obligation. Maybe barefoot. Possibly naked, I’d wear underwear… I have neighbors. I want to take baths and splash around. Splashing so much that I would have to use every towel in the closet to dry it up. I want to spray the wood floors with en dust and slide around in my socks or play tug o war with our cow dog, so that she can pull me around.
Maybe childish of me, however if simple really causes that much pleasure then I want it.
Now heres something I find sad. The other day I allowed roughly 5000 little girls to come over after school. Maybe not that many but for the love of Judas it certainly seemed like it. I kept them outside as long as possibly and before allowing them in, I pulled out one of my tricks. Circle story time. Me and my girls make up stories and goofy songs all the time. I figured the 5000 little girls would know how to make up stories. But they didn’t. I had to coax their imaginations. Very exhausting. “So the purple pig with the pierced ears who ate dumplings… did what?” answer :”slept? I don’t know.”
Very sad. So me and my girls told one big crazy story that had the auditorium on my front lawn giggling. We then went inside and made cookies. Some kids don’t know that homemade cookies don’t come from a bucket or package… Very sad again. This is where my freedom comes in. I think I have freed myself to some extent. To me it’s important that my kids know how to make believe and it’s important that we play together and talk to each other. It’s important that we can be goofy and feel comfortable. And I think it’s important to them that both mommy and daddy are always there. They don’t have to wait for us, they always have us.
Thus, when I am no longer in the Military I’ve decided that I will work little and play a lot. Money is not important to me, my bills aren’t enormous and I can make my own cookies!
