We all tried to rush it. A ten year old can’t wait to be a teenager. A teenager chafes at the restrictions parents place upon them. We all want to be a grownup because we see freedom in being older.
Being a grownup isn’t easy.
Grownups often yearn for the “olden days”. That’s because we miss the older generation that is now gone. We miss their wisdom. Their personalities. We miss the traditions they “forced” upon us when we were kids.
I spoke with a cousin not too long ago. We reminisced about the good old days. Surrounded by aunts and uncles that ruffled our hair and asked “How is school?” The aunts and uncles that held family reunions. The ones that never missed a christening, First Communion or wedding.
“We’re the Aunties now.” my cousin counseled me.
It’s a natural phenomena to miss your childhood. It’s human nature to think that the past was easier. The world was a better place. People were kinder. It’s easy to think that this is all true. Some people even become bitter about it.
Today………….I’m here to tell you that the olden days were not easier. The world was a messed up place even then. Wars were fought. Politicians were crooked. Some neighbors were kind and some were to be avoided………….even, back then.
The difference? You were a child. You were protected.
I hope that you were.
My father might yell at the TV in the living room. He was watching a whole generation of young men lose their lives in a jungle. He spoke to the TV as a WWII veteran.
“Dear, God! Send in the Marines!” he’d say to Walter Cronkite.
Daddy would notice me in the door and he’d get up and switch off the television.
“What’s the matter, Daddy?” I’d say in the newly quiet room.
“Not a thing that you should be worried about, Little Girl. The grownups will handle it. All you should be worried about is your spelling test tomorrow. Go and get your book. I’ll test you on your vocabulary words.” he’d say.
Daddy would hold me and my spelling list on his lap. He’d sniff deeply of my hair. He’d hold me a little too close because the television news had upset him. He would find that I was a very good speller. But, he didn’t want to let me go.
“What is Santa going to bring you this year?” he’d ask.
“Daddy. It’s May.” I’d reply.
He pushed the news of the world further away by saying “But, there are millions of children, Little Girl. And, they all deserve something special. All those toys need to be made now. Santa needs to know what to make the most of.”
“I want a typewriter. A real one. I’m going to be a writer. So, I need to type like the wind.” I replied. Thinking about what I wanted for Christmas in May was nothing new to me.
“So, you want to be a journalist. You will scribe what’s happening in the world for all to read. That can be a burden to the wrong person, Little Girl. A burden.” he murmured into my hair.
“No, Daddy. I won’t be Walter Cronkite. I will write stories about fairies. And, lightning bugs. I will describe the North Pole. I will make Santa Claus real to people that don’t believe. I will write your stories. And, Mom’s. I will remember this day and write about it too. Someday…………..I won’t be Little Girl anymore. But, I will remember what it was like.” I explained to him.
I remember sitting on his lap. I remember being protected. I remember spending every Sunday in church. I remember all the family reunions. I remember the special occasions and the long summers where every day felt like the last.
I loved those days. I write about those days and bring those that are gone back to me with the stories that I write.
But, here is the message………that I’m finally getting around to saying.
I love today also.
I miss those that are gone but I revel in the ones that are in front of me. The husband that just cooked me a fantastic steak. The sight of my son trying to give our very unfriendly cat a kiss. The latest email from my mother in law…………….she says that nothing is new and then fills a page with what she thinks about it. The last phone call from my daughter with more good news than bad.
I don’t have all the answers.
But, I do know a few things.
If you miss receiving Christmas cards like the old days…………….buy a box of cards and a book of stamps and mail them out. You will receive some in return.
You miss the good old days when carolers would sing at your door? Quit moaning about it and ask some neighbors to join you on a certain night…………at a certain time……………to go around the neighborhood singing.
You miss family reunions? Can’t do it all yourself? Make a few phone calls and ask for some help. Pick a date. Make some potato salad. Mess up the children’s hair and ask them “How is school?”
Why?
Because ……….this is still a wonderful world full of wonderful people………….and, we are the Aunties now.