Adulting and why it is over-rated

Most mornings I walk Jack to school. It is a good way to get my thirty minutes of moving done and dusted and also, just a nice way to really connect with him as he chitter chats all the way. The boy can ask questions. He often just talks in questions. He will be in high school next year and from my experience with Horatio, they grow up super fast then, and have little interest in what you have to say.

Yesterday he was nervous because he had a writing assessment to do during the day. The topic was Is Australia A Good country to live in, or something like that. We both agreed that we were lucky to find ourselves living here with the good far outweighing the bad, but it is certainly not without its faults.

Jack told me what he was roughly going to focus on when it came to our shortcomings. Housing affordability which knocks onto the next topic of our growing homelessness problem and why same-sex marriage is not legal in our country. And it was at that moment that I realised that he was not a little boy anymore.

I walked him up this morning and went into the office to pay for his upcoming Canberra/Snowy excursion. Did you go on that one in year six? It is like a rite of passage here in NSW. I chatted with the awesome chicks in the office before heading home. I am not sure about you but this glorious weather is just the tonic for us who have fast-moving and worried brains.

I was walking behind a mother and her young daughter. She would have been three or four. Dressed in a blue dress and gold tights, she had gorgeous blonde pig-tales. As young kids tend to do, she was running her mouth off while her mother patiently answered all of her enquiries. They stopped so the girl could point out some birds and so Isobel Barbara and I caught up with them.

“Good morning.” I said and watched the little girl looking at the birds with complete wonder and glee.

“Don’t you wish you were a kid again?” I asked the mum. She was quick to agree.

The thing is you have no problems and no worries. You have no idea how hard things can get as the years fly by. Everything is wonderful and you are so innocent and oblivious to the horrors of the world. Yesterday I was editing some stupid blog post when I started to hear about a “major incident” in Manchester. I spent the rest of the day watching the horrors unfold. When the kids came home from school, I sat them down and gave them a bit of a Disney-esque version of the events.

Hug your kids, even if they squirm away. For as Charles Swindon said “Each day of our lives we make deposits in the memory banks of our children.”

Now get out there in that sunshine xx

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  • Tracey

    I remember the times of no cares, no responsibilities, no worries. But then I remind myself I’m now able to buy chocolate whenever I want, so you know, silver linings.

    • And you get to eat ice-cream straight from the tub!

  • Donna

    Def hug and kiss mine until they squirm away. On the days they don’t squirm I know they need more tlc.

    Awesome office chicks at my school too.

    • I know about when they stop squirming too xx

  • Heidi D

    some days I really do wish I was a kid again, back when all the important stuff & big decisions were someone elses problem. Have to agree with Tracey though, the buying chocolate when you want is pretty good 😉

  • Linda

    I think I’ll in love with the pic of Jack in the gold pants and hat to the right on top. Can we see it in its entirety?
    As a mom/grandmother/great-grandmother, those deposits may only be evident when the kids are at the bottom looking up. And that’s why we have to make those deposits 🙂

  • I miss being able to grab them as they go past and impose a hug on them… They live in different cities now, and one of them still isn’t in contact since the whole Ice thing… The other one is back to hugs and kisses when we met and say goodbye on visits now though – after a period of being physically stand-offish, so that’s a good thing!

  • Caro Webster

    Gorgeous post Kayte. I tried to be ‘disneyesque’ with my two but talking to Grace about it and I soon found myself totally undone. I knew she was no longer a little girl when I found her comforting me, stroking my hair and cooing at me that “everything would be OK”. She then asked me if she could go to the Ed Sheeran concert. I told her that all I felt like doing was locking her in the cupboard under the stairs for the rest of her natural life. Sometimes being a mama is SO very hard. I still insist on hugs and kisses every single day and will continue to do so even if they’d rather stick pins in their eyes. x

  • That Jack is growing into an awesome young man.

    When I was a kid I lied awake all night worrying about the French doing atomic testing in Mururoa. I prayed every night to the French president to stop it. I reckon kids take on all of our adult dilemmas and adults don’t realise it half the time. Kids are a lot more canny than we give them credit for. Lovely post Mrs. W. x

  • Don’t you just love the little boy meets big fella age? I certainly hope you and Charles are right about the memory bank. I think about that a lot.

  • CFrance

    “The thing is you have no problems and no worries.” In our family’s case, that was not true for us kids. Every day was a constant worry due to parental mental problems leading to bad parenting. You never knew what was going to blow up, and why. The upside of that is I survived, and it taught me how not to raise my children. They were the ones who had no worries, and I am so happy for that.

    I frequently see the “Share if you love your mother” stuff on Facebook. Makes me shudder! But all is good now.