Wednesday, November 30, 2011

The end of your childhood...


Last night I had to take the trash out to the dumpster and it was pouring rain. I decided to just suck it up and go out and do it. Before I even got half way there I was drenched.
It is November...
In New England...
and it was 63 degrees...
and it was awesome.
I took my time walking back to my house in my drenched pajamas flip flops in hand and splashed through the puddles like a little girl. I will admit I giggled a few times. I felt a little sheepish as someone walked by me on the way into their building, but even that made me giggle. I almost didn't want to go back into the house, but I did. Smiling.
It made me think about how people say your childhood ends when you have children. And since I started my family so young I often hear that my childhood ended prematurely. And in a way I often feel that way myself. But I realized something last night. Having children doesn't end your childhood, but it keeps a little piece of it locked inside of you ready to come out at spontaneous moments. How many childless 25 year olds would be caught running around in puddles in their scottie dog jammie pants?
So in a way children keep a part of their parents inner child alive.