Doogle, Curious George, Play-Do, Snacks. These are the tools of golden engrossment. I'm actually taken aback when the focus of my children is so total that we as parents cease to exist. I remember getting so lost in books that hours would pass and voices around the house would chill into white noise. Did you ever find that "Happy Place"?
The Sandbox, Our Treehouse, Our slightly scary and gross basement, Art projects, Putting on plays, Sitting in the van/station wagon/ghetto cruiser with a sibling on each side leaning onto me (a heavenly cocoon), Blanket Forts, Cuddling into my dad's back w/my face in his neck, Mom's hugs at the kitchen sink, our sunporch on Sunday afternoons (BLISS!), Helping mom rearrange furniture, Family snuggles, Smelling the Magnolia tree with Holly through her window, Making birthday hats - Balon tradition etc...
What are your favorites? Even dark childhoods have spots of light. When you're so relaxed and happy you sort've have to pee.
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My mom and I made Christmas oranments...sown...a couple of years and I cherished that time spent with her and loved the cool oranments we made. I loved following my dad around the garage and pounding nails into things and pretending I was building something. Then one year my dad built this awesome tree fort and it was like such a refuge for my brother and I. We spent many hours in that thing. My brother and I also would build forts in the woods...huge forts as we lived out in the country. They were awesome! We were so cool!
Of my childhood: the most furthest from reality, when all things of my world got left behind for a time; playing "portals to other worlds with gremlins, gargoils, and other such mystifying creatures" in the barn loft/back yard acerage with my brother, his best friend Chad, and our bareback horses. We were world savers those days. How much I miss that now. =(
Now though, it just might be a tad but sweeter: movie nights with Greg, a blankie, and snacks after baby is sleeping...mama and baby snuggles with Zeek, anytime, anywhere...steaming baths alone with dimmed lights and a good book...my backyard patio haven on a warm summer night, with some hot tea, the phone and good friend on the other end...yeah, I think things turned out alright. And best of all, I rarely need to get away now, the way I found myself needing so often as a little girl. God is Good. =) Thanks for the musing. Love ya. Lora
My best and most cherished escape at present is a long, uninterrrupted nap with hubby watching the kids for me. I had one today actually, and I'm all the better for having it too! LOL! God Bless Hubby! Sleep does a Mommy good. :-)
OH I'm in that "almost 3" stage where I just dream of a white jacket, white room, padded walls where it's safe to just beat my head on it for an hour while no one is looking. I find myself saying "oh my GOODNESS she is so smart" and then 2 minutes later "ONE........TWO......THAT'S THREE!!!!!" How can a child that identifies a French Horn from a tuba and hears a glockenspiel and can enunciate it CLEARLY and know what it is COMPLETELY FORGET THAT 10 SECONDS AGO I TOLD HER NOT TO POKE THE DOG'S EYES????? She has memorized SEVERAL books and will correct me when I say "called" instead of "exclaimed" when the story clearly says exclaimed (sorry honey, mommy can't see too good without her glasses.....) So my happy place is all white. And I just might grab that swirly skirt and V-neck and dance a little with my arms flopping all around.....Someone PLEASE tell me this gets better quickly........As far as childhood memories, I was very fond of riding in the combine wtih dad at night.....he worked during the day and then farmed for his dad at night. We'd have good talks in the picker at night. and I remember the smell.......especially picking corn. And I used to love to smell the air in the fall when I lived close to the elevator when they were drying corn.
I've heard that the sense of smell is the sense that reaches furthest back into our memories. Certain foods, J'Nate cologne (I know, I know), magnolia blossoms, wet wood and soil, even cow manure (parents garden - the entire neighborhood wasn't really sure if it was composted, either) take me back to such vivid places and people.
As for your brilliant daughter - just get some spa coupons and have somebody massage away your insanity. I think this goes on forever.
Funny, Bethany, your sandbox was a cool place for me, too. I remember playing there with Matthew. There were Bleeding Hearts planted next to it. :)
My happy place was driving around in the car with my dad, listening to the oldies station. That's where I got my first taste of good music.
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