Inner child. What do those words make you think of? Actually, I feel like it is just one more word for the TV shows like Oprah and Dr. Phil to latch on to. Not that I have anything against Oprah or Dr. Phil, I need them both to help me out but that’s a whole nother long rant. About this inner child thing. One day at the store an older woman was quite rude to my 7-year-old daughter. I can’t remember what she said or any of the specifics but she was quite the Grumpy Gus. On the way home my daughter says, "That woman has lost her inner child. She needs to find it!" After I quit laughing, I realized she was right. If "inner child" is what you want to call it. The lady clearly needed to find something to make her life a little brighter. We have so much stuff going on in our lives as adults. Marriage, divorce, looking for a spouse, money problems, work issues, aging parents. For me I never seem to get that giddy child like feeling about much any more. Then again my I was a pretty wigged out kid and I’m not sure that I want to pull my "inner child" out of it’s closet. I’m sure you are saying…"Where the hell are you going with this?" Well, I’ll tell ya. There is something that brings out that happy go lucky not a care in the world feeling in me. What is it? Fireworks! Yep, that’s right, set my fat butt down in a chair or better yet lie it down on a blanket, set off a fireworks display and I go into a real happy place. I get downright giddy. I squeal with delight, ooh and ahh like all the little kids around me. This last 4th of July I was so in touch with my "inner child" that my daughter asked me to calm down. Party Pooper. I don’t know what it is about fireworks that make me so happy. I forget any problems I may have. For that short bit of time I am truly filled with unadulterated joy.
I think that is as close to my "inner child" as I will get. Or as close as I want to get. So what makes your "inner child" come sneaking out? Is there something that just takes you away from your everyday hell (ooops I’m projecting again)? Anyhow…wanna share? C’mon….your inner child would do it……
Incessant Natterings from a Woman on the Verge or Sniglets from the Cracks
About Me
- rantingmama
- What can I say...I'm a cranky woman who loves to carry on about nothing.
4 comments:
Hey, sugar, I love and miss you so! I'm so very sorry about poor Mr. Wreckx, and about your friend in the hospital.
I loved H. bear's response about the cranky woman! Sounds just like her.
Inner child stuff:
Riding my bike. I feel like a kid again, and it's the only time I can haul ass and be agile and strong, since I can't do that on my own 2 feet any more.
Blowing bubbles with the kids. Or without.
Going down slides in a "train" with the boys. I giggle like a goofball the whole way, and my Montana-shaped ass gets wedged in the slide halfway down every time, which makes me laugh harder. Bliss.
Hey mama,
I too, love and miss you so. I too, am so sorry about Wreckx. I remember you writing about him years ago, and how much joy he brought to your family. I too, love Ms. H's response to the crabby woman, and I too, love to ride my bike with my girl. See, I've always wanted to be like Toni. LOL.
The other thing that gets my inner child going is dancing. Shaking my large bootay makes me forget the grownup trials and tribulations of living.
Love you!
Ah you girls are fantastic. Thank so much for stopping by and playing along. I wish riding a bike would stir something other than a scraped knee for me. I have the balance of a...well.. of a drunk one legged giraffe. Though I'm game for bubbles and bootay shakin'. Makes me wanna get my groove thang goin on. EEEK...run away!!!!!!
Look what happens. I lose all my favorites in 2 computer crashes and you start posting again? Sorry about Mr. Wreckx, I seem to remember sending good thoughts his way many times in the past.
If you love fireworks, you are SO invited here the next 4th. Who knew from our little place in the country that you could see THREE fireworks displays simultaneously?! It rocked-and we never had to leave home.
You just think I'm kidding about the invite, but I don't think so. Consider it a standing offer if you ever feel like coming up north across the river. Love ya bunches!
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