Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Deep Question

Precious silhouette from here.

I hope my theme of late regarding my love of the things four year olds think & say is not wearing on you.
I promise the days of this theme are drawing very, very short.
As in, "Is it one or two days before my birthday?"
And, "Four is not my favorite number anymore. I changed it to five."
I will always love the things four year olds think & say.
I will just not have a four year old in my home anymore.
So I will love the things that my five year old thinks & says.
And my tween.
And my teen.
And my almost adult.
And I will cry a little because the time is going by too fast.

So, before I go and get all weepy on you, let me ask you the question I was asked tonight as I was lying down next to a very wiggly almost five year old, trying to get him to go to sleep.

"Do you ever wonder what it would be like to be another person?"

And I said, "Yes, as a matter of fact, I have. What do you think it would be like?"

(Ok, at this point I was feeling so validated. No one else has ever asked me that & sometimes I think the things I think are just a little weird. So having this little person that I love ask me a question that's been pondered in my very own brain was quite an honor.)

Him, "Weird."

Me, "Well, who would you would you want to be?"

Him, "You."

Me, "Then would I be you or where would I go?"

(At which point he started making the funniest 'trying to figure something out' faces.)

Him, "How would that work, your body wouldn't fit into mine."

Me, "Well, maybe it would be more like our spirits or souls or personalities would trade places."

Him, "Oh. That would work."

Me, "How would I drive you around? My feet wouldn't touch the pedals."

Him, "Oh (chuckle) I would be the one driving."

Me, "If we did that, would you still have a four year old mind in my old lady body?"

Him, "Oh yeah and I would drive."

Me, "Oh yeah & we would wreck. You haven't learned how to drive. How would you know how to?"

Him, "Oh, I just would."

Ending with more little four year old giggles.
And a lot more wiggling.
And one little boy finally falling asleep.

Ok, so the time I remember most wanting to be another person was in those junior high years. I wanted to know what it was like to be a cheerleader, to be popular, to know the things I needed to know to have friends and get invited to parties and be smart. All very crucial early teen worries and issues.
I know there's been other times, but that's what I am thinking of right now.

How about you?
Have any of you ever wondered what it would be like to be a different person?
And if I had life as a mom to live over again, I would always (ok, really a couple times a week at least) take time to lay down by my little ones & listen to what they had to say.
I regret my early tired/selfish parent years of just wanting them to go to bed after a long day.


  1. What a sweet bond you and your son have. As a child you think time goes by so slowly. As a parent it goes in the blink of an eye.

    I did most of my thinking what it would be like to be someone else when I was in middle school/high school as well. Not flexible enough to be a cheerleader lol.

  2. I think I was born with a little Thelma and Louise in me. I always (and I share this with the risk that you'll think I'm nuts) think, if I just kept driving what would happen. Where would I go? Who could I invent of myself? Then I wake up, take my exit and go home. *sigh* Nope. I'll continue being me. :)


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