Ahhhh, the innocence of childhood. What would it be like to be a kid again. To have not a care in the world. To run and play barefoot outside. To eat dirt and explore nature. To make believe.
This year I have had a few moments where I felt like running to my parents saying Mommy, Daddy come here and deal with this. Then reality sets in and you realize you are the adult in the house and it is the adult who needs to deal with these things.
Tonight my daughters were playing in our front yard and hollered for me. Mommy come quick, there is a dead squirrel on the lawn. Ewwww! It was one of those moments where you want to turn around and say, Mommy, there is a dead squirrel on the lawn. The same goes for killing spiders and other bugs, etc. I thought to ask my husband to deal with it, yet he looked like he was busy, so out to the garage I go to get a shovel. It took me a good couple minutes to get the courage to scoop up the squirrel and throw it into our garbage can. Even then it was move quick in case it becomes a zombie squirrel and tries to eat you. I can handle being pooped, peed and puked upon, yet the squirrel just grossed me out.
As a Facebook post reminded me,
I’ve been putting a lot of thought into it, and I just don’t think being an adult is going to work for me.