“One of the luckiest things that can happen to you in life is,
I think, to have a happy childhood.”
That is me. I had a happy childhood which I always look back to with fond memories.
Even though I was fully aware of our financial struggles at that time, with our parent’s disagreements, siblings arguments and when I couldn’t have the things I wanted, this sort of things never stops me from becoming a normal happy person. Why? because my parents allowed me to fill my childhood memories with excitement, adventure, challenges and a lot of time to play despite their shortcomings and lapses.
I have so many precious memories of my childhood; outdoors in the dark with moonlight seeing, climbing high up the trees, riding bikes in the streets, making wood guns, street games, hide and seek with friends, digging holes at the beach, jumping in the waves, summer spent in the countryside, reading pocket novels, infatuation, and some church activities. In those years, a lot to said about how good life was.
And now getting old makes me yearn for the simplicity of life. I want to feel that every new day is more interesting than the last. I want to turn back time as a child when I have only to believed that nothing was impossible, that small things seem big of importance. When all my fears just fade away, and only the cuts from my knees getting me pain. I want to remember the joy with which my mother’s touch gave me tranquility or my father’s beautiful kiss on my cheek.
I wish “I could take a single childhood memory and blow it up into a bubble and live inside it forever.”
“I think that the best thing we can do for our children is to allow them to do things for themselves, allow them to be strong, allow them to experience life on their own terms, allow them to take the subway… let them be better people, let them believe more in themselves.”
To be in the middle class society, I would say I have a hard time getting and receiving what I want. My parents were always tough in budgeting, that they would only first provide me all the basic needs and the rest were just like always on the line.
When I was young I always wanted to have a beautiful doll and a bicycle. In fairness, my parents gave me one doll but it was worn out already and has a very ugly face. I played with it since I have no choice to be fussy. Later, I learned to make a paper doll which was more satisfying and lasting for my pleasure. Unfortunately, I never had my own bicycle; it was out of my reach. I was just able to borrow from friends and rented from our neighbors.
When I looked back at my younger years, I was lack of material things and I always wondered about it. I always asked the heaven why we are not rich and yet never heard an answer. Despite of it, I can always consider my childhood with a very happy time in my life. I was free then. No worries. No burden.
I wish I could go back the old times and enjoy it more.
Days ago, she had a stomach upset problem that made her weak the whole day while at home. Before she’d like to rest, she prepared food and everything in the dining table so that her kids would just go there to eat although she might be sleeping the entire day.
While she was lying in bed, her five year old daughter approached and asked her; “mommy can I help to wash the dishes?”She didn’t ignore her despite of her weakness. She nod as her response even though she wasn’t even sure of her daughter’s sincerity.
When she feels better afterwards and left her bedroom, she was surprised to see that everything is in order. Her daughter already washed all the dirty dishes, wiped the dining table, swept the floor, cleaned the dust and even arranged some jumbled stuff.
It was one of the best times in her life to experience a very helpful gesture from her 5 year old daughter. Even me, I was happy and amazed about it.
As a parent, we will always be grateful to have this kind of experience with our kids. I don’t even forget when my son asked me to give my cough to him because he doesn’t want me to be sick, and it was six years ago!
For us, the sweet gestures of this little and innocent person gave us a deep memory in our heart with true happiness and more love.
a couple of metaphors dripping from a broken soul | cocooned by solitude | afraid to love | lover of afrika | daughter of pain | wanderer | seeker | attracted to flowers🌼 | a hippie living in the wrong generation | nehanda's baby girl | occasionally sane | decolonised bohemian | recovering hopeless-romantic | in love with love | i have a medical condition, it's called hurt-phobia | somedays i love with my eyes, my heart is lazy | i prefer something else but they call me liz |