Sometimes adults seem to forget what it was like to be a kid, but I haven’t forgotten.
I know the tears my kids cry. I know the sobs that mean they wish someone would take them away from everything that is wrong and magically make it all right. I know the shuddery intake of breath when you are trying so hard to be brave, but what you really want is to be allowed to run away and never come back.
I remember those tears, those moments…
I remember and I so badly want to take all the bad away, to let them hide in my arms until I can magic it all better.
Except that I am an adult now…. now I know that often you can’t magic it all better no matter how hard I try, and I know that sometimes you have to face things, shuddery breath and all.
But I remember.
At least I still remember.
You are an amazing Mum. I remember those feelings too.
I still have those moments.
And I still believe that one day I will find the magic wand that makes it all better.
Beautiful post :)
I wish I remembered. I feel very out of touch with my childhood and wonder what I supressed and why? I was an only child to parents who split up and reunited several times before divorcing, and don’t remember ever feeling like a kid.
Of course you still remember – I suspect you had shuddery breath when facing the Dilemma of No. 20 and were desperately wanting somone to magic away that which you hide under your arms
Perhaps its just the knowledge that you won’t be able to face bridezilla without one.
Course it is easy for me to laugh – I have a black suit, white shirt & just have to find a fuchsia tie, no seriously fuchsia
Maybe thats one of the precious gifts that being a parent gives up… the memory of things so that we can share in it with our children.