I wrote a post the other day about happy childhoods. Which, unfortunately got me to thinking…and I think that WE ALL know…I don’t do well when I start thinking!
It’s wonderful to have warm fuzzy, apple pie and vanilla ice cream memories of our childhood. It gives our parents warm fuzzies to know that they PROVIDED us with a happy childhood. Well…that’s all fine and dandy.
Our childhood is, technically…18 years long. I mean, that’s when we stop going to the pediatrician and start going to an grown up doctor, right?
So, let me ask you this…
What about our adulthood. That lasts a heck of a lot longer than our childhood. Shouldn’t it just keep getting better and better?
Growing up in a typical highly functioning, dysfunctional home…didn’t provide me with tools needed for grown up life. Stress. Bills. Bills. Stress.
What about all the warm fuzzy, apple pie and vanilla ice cream memories from our adulthood that we can look back on in the nursing home? Those memories are going to be negated by the high price of gas, adjustable mortgages, kids going into crystal meth induced comas…all of that kind of shit that adults have to deal with.
THOSE…are definitely NOT precursors to happy adulthood memories.
How cynical and negative do I sound?
I’m not even an unhappy person. And, quite frankly…on the most part, I am having a happy adulthood. But…I’m also very busy trying to provide my children with a happy childhood…so that they can look back and say the same thing…
What about a happy adulthood.
So what do you do to give yourself happy adulthood memories?
What kind of hobbies do you have? What is making you happy…aside from your children. This is about you, people.
Yes…many of our fondest memories are of our children but…what about when the kids aren’t around?
What are you doing to insure that, when you are sitting and drooling in a nursing home, you are remembering a happy time?