Demanding Children: Are those for you?
Selfless Mama: No, they’re for you.
Ungrateful Children: But we don’t like your ’70s stuff.
Selfish Mama: OK then, they’re for me.
Defensive Children: Noooo! We love the chocolate! It’s just… you’re always trying to make us like stuff from the olden days.
Indignant Mama: The Olden Days? The Olden Days!!! (then speechless)
It’s kinda weird how I don’t like being reminded how old I am, but love reminiscing years gone by.
But seriously, The Olden Days? How old do they think I am? Besides, The Olden Days aren’t my childhood. The Olden Days are my parents’ childhood. The Olden Days are fussy, dusty and stuffy. My childhood days were cushy, airy and fluffy. Well, not really, but that’s how I like to remember them.
This was just another reminder of how wrong I’ve gone with my kids. Whenever I try to weave the wonder of my younger years into theirs, it just becomes a tangled mess. They don’t understand a world without the web. The special magic of a Christmas show that was aired once a year, only at Christmas. No big deal if you can see whenever on YouTube, or PVR it and watch whenever. I kind of miss that experience of having to watch when it was on or miss it altogether. Not that it was necessarily better, but it was unique.
So, there’s nothing wrong with having a piece of your heart in the ’70s to give you peace of mind in the here and now.
