january 4, 2015
kids are always in a hurry to grow up. i know because i used to be like that too when i was young. but not anymore. now I know that growing up doesn’t mean things get better or easier or more fun.
here’s an example: i have more chores now than i did a year ago and i still don’t get to stay up late.
is that fair?
my friends have no clue. their biggest wish is to get older faster, and maybe to have more video games. but boy are they in for crushing disappointment when they find out how good they had it, well, how good they have it, now. they’d never believe me if i told them that it’s all downhill from here.
look at today for instance. i’m out in the freezing rain by myself. i waited for the snow to come all through the Christmas holidays. that’s two weeks of reading and playing board games inside and, alright, some pretty awesome movies. but after a while, all you want is an excuse to go outside, right?
so, here i am on the last day of holidays, finally outside. the snow fell all through the night, but now it’s raining on top of that. not great, but still, it was exciting to just be able to do something outside. i made some snowballs and a fort and i whooped and hollered a bit. i was sure that would bring mum out to shush me, but it didn’t. so I’m kind of bored again.
when i was little, and i guess because i was an only child, mum would come out to play with me. she’d shovel with me and toboggan and walk around the neighbourhood, even have a snowball fight. but now that i’m almost ten she doesn’t really do that anymore. because i’m old enough to make my own fun.
see? getting older sucks. why was i ever in a rush? why are all the other kids in a rush?
i figure i’d better hold onto being a kid as long as i can. so do you know what i do to get out of having extra responsibilities?
(this is a huge confession, but here goes.)
i try to screw things up. like, chores and stuff around the house. mum says dad is a neat freak but he says he’s just precise. i don’t understand why he can’t be both. anyway, he likes things done just so. i know if i really screw things up, i’ll get in trouble. but if i kind of screw things up, like do them mostly but then get a bit lazy at the end, he’ll come along and fix everything for me. i have to get the right balance, though, or all the free time i worked so hard for will be taken up writing lines and doing long division.
this is the only way i can think of to keep my kid privileges a little longer, to get something back.
so, moral of the story? this is as good as it’s going to get, kids. have fun now! stop trying to be older.
ok, that’s enough serious thinking for one day. grandma always says, “what’s that burning smell?” which means “you’re thinking too hard.” and she has it right because she’s at the end and can look back over all those years. she understands this whole thing about it being better to be a kid. i’m going to listen to her and hide before someone finds something for me to do!