When I was a child, I’d dream of growing up and becoming free and
independent of all these ‘supposedly’ controlling grown ups, proving
to them that I could be a better grown-up than they’ll ever be.
Now that I’m all grown-up, I’d sit and wish a lot were different. Oh
how I longed for those years of pure innocence and bliss, where I’m
completely oblivious of the world around me and that dreaded word that
sends shivers down my spin – responsibilities.
Oh! How I crave those days when my tears meant so much to the world.
All I had to do was cry and everyone is looking me over, trying to
decipher what my needs were, those days of countless kisses down my
cute little face with reassuring words of encouragement ‘you can do
it’ and words filled with great emotions, perhaps the only time the
three most powerful words ‘I love you’ carried so much weight.
I miss being watched over all night, blankets wrapped around me tight
to keep me warm all night long, safe from the evil that lurks in the
dark of the night. Those pairs of eyes looking down my face now and
again with great emotions that are incapable of verbal description.
Now, roles are switched, tables are turned and I can almost read the
thoughts behind those cute little eyes staring Innocently at me,
wishing they could read mine deeply yelling ‘…please, enjoy every
moment you’ve got now, there is plenty of time to be grown up’.
Well, I’m here now and I guess the best advice I could give myself and
anyone else who cares to listen is ‘…enjoy every moment you’ve got’