A Wish for Childhood

This post is a total Momley indulgence.

Even as I try to do my best as a parent, I am bothered by the hypocrisy of it all. I am not always honest with my boys about the world awaiting them…I am too positive and too optimistic. And when I am faced with the same world, I am not sure what to do! I am still learning and while I am at it, I am trying to teach these little souls that look to me for answers and seek direction. I do hope I am not leading them astray!

Here is a poem that captures this conundrum.

 

I want to be a child again

 

Feel my mother's heart beat 

As her arms wrap around me

And hold me tight

 

I want to be a child again

 

Hide behind my father's legs

When I am afraid of that light

Flashing in my face

 

I want to be a child again

 

Play with my brother

Lose a tooth

Pretend to be a fairy

 

I want to be a child again

As I look at my own child

 

I am an adult now

And I don't want to be one

Spinning tales...Telling lies

Make believe no more

Can't sleep at night

All those masks...Can't take them off

Nowhere to hide

 

I want to be a child again

As I look at my own child

 

Take your time

There is no rush

The world that's waiting

Is not that great

But when you are lost

I will be there

Feel your heart beat next to mine

 

I want to be a child again

Do I want to be a child again?

Addendum:

I don't share any of my writing with Craigley and the boys. For some reason, I decided to share the above poem. This is how Craigley reacted to it: "Why are you telling lies? That's not nice!" So, I responded with: "That's the last time I will ever share any of my writing with you!" Who focuses on only 2 words in an entire poem? On the other hand, ASid was a little kinder than his dad. He remarked: "Cool! I guess you are feeling this way right now!" And he continued with, "I thought I may go into a clinical depression based on what dad said, but this is alright." With that, he went back to playing on his 3DS.

At the end of the day, I decided to read it to Hans. Why exclude him?! Here is what he had to say, "You say too much that you want to be a child and then you don't want to be a child! That's weird!"

Poetry is not literal; it is almost whimsical in a manner of speaking. It is also subjective like most writing is. Some get it and some don’t. At least, I tried.