Showing posts with label growing up. Show all posts
Showing posts with label growing up. Show all posts
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Don't stop when you grow old
When we are young, we are free. We are free to explore, be ourselves, create, speak out, believe, cry, scream, play, make a mess, be afraid, make mistakes, get uncontrollably excited, need someone. We are not worried about what we should do or what they will say. We just do.
Then somewhere along the line, usually upon the entrance into adulthood, we stop valuing creativity. Instead, numbers rule our lives. Money becomes our god, and big houses and cars become our goals.
Meanwhile, we spend our free time reminiscing on the "good old days," where things were simple and summer was long. When we were free to just be.
Adults so value children's ability to live and think without boundaries. But then why don't we value this same ability in adults? What makes some feel as though they are above finger painting? Or others feel as though their shoes are too nice to get muddy?
When do we stop putting emphasis on experience, and start putting it on achievement?
When does the free spirit end?
When money begins.
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
We were all once young
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Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen |
Interestingly enough, the girls in this photo haven't always been this sophisticated and fashion-forward. Not too long ago, they were little pipsqueaks solving crime "before dinnertime."
How does this happen, this growing up thing? How do two little girls go from playing dress up in their mom's closet to dressing up for the red carpet?
I feel like just yesterday I was snuggled under my mom's comforter, waiting for my beloved Mr. Rogers to come on the television...
Just yesterday, it feels as though I was standing in my grandparents' bathroom in Florida, getting my little body lathered in sunscreen before heading out to the pool.
Just yesterday, I was sitting on the ground, crying because I had sat in a hill of red ants.
Just yesterday, I was afraid and lonely at school, faking a stomach ache so my mom would pick me up.
Just yesterday, I was embarrassed, because I had mistaken a stranger for my father and given him a huge hug.
Just yesterday, I was painting on my Playschool easel, not worrying about what I was making, or how I was making it.
Just yesterday, I was riding on the back of a bus, anticipating a field trip to the Milwaukee Fire Department.
Just yesterday, I enjoyed dipping animal crackers in apple juice.
Just yesterday, I sat on the hull of my uncle's boat, watching the Fourth of July fireworks for the first time with my mom.
Just yesterday, I was a little kid again.
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