I’m having a hell of a time trying to write a Sunday Scribblings with the prompt of “Now & Then.” I thought about looking at my childhood and comparing it to my children’s lives. But I discarded that track because it just didn’t flow for me.
So I thought about my teen years, my young adult years, my 30’s, and me today. But that didn’t flow either. And my writing here is all about flow. If it doesn’t come to me, I walk away. I don’t know how much that trait will help me with writing a book (or two! or three!). I see a jumbled mess coming my way.
So, “now & then” is the prompt, eh?
My daughter is 9. For the last month or two, she has been bemoaning that she doesn’t want to grow up. When I ask for a reason, she notes that adults don’t have any fun. And I want to tell her all the wonders that await her.
You’ll gain freedom. That freedom is exhilarating. It drives you to do more and more, to do things you never thought possible. You’ll embrace risks, ideally risks with no long-term ill effects. You’ll drive a car, and you’ll be able to drive anywhere. You’ll go to college and meet so many new people and, hopefully, find your passion and start to make your way. After college, there’s so much awaiting you, calling to you. You can travel. You can stay home, a home that is yours. You’ll find a job which is fueled by your passion. You’ll succeed. Eventually, you’ll meet a wonderful guy. There’s true love awaiting you. And likely there are children to come.
Mingled within the wonders are the bad times. The cliques in middle school and high school. The stresses of getting good grades. The falling in and out of friendships. The falling in and out of love. The rending away of the shackles of parents.
I guess my life now looks pretty dull to a 9-year-old girl. [Heck, it probably looks dull to anyone looking in.] I am where I want to be. I am happy. I am content. Then, I was searching. Now, I have found what I was seeking. She will, too.