Remembering What Childhood Is For

Recently while on vacation in Florida, we had the opportunity to visit with family members in St. Augustine.  We agreed to meet at a local eatery–one that was purportedly kid-friendly–as five children under eight would be sharing the table.  After hugs and kisses and hellos, we sat down to lunch.  It was wonderful to spend time with family we don’t see nearly enough, and it was especially poignant to note how well the children were getting along.  After lunch, August, the youngest of the bunch, went into what is now being seen as his legendary post-meal show.  To know August is to know joy–a grin that spreads beyond his face, a laugh that comes from the recesses of his belly, a love of humankind that is unequaled.  He is robust, and he is loud, and he loves to make people laugh.

So that’s what he did for roughly five minutes–made the table (and much of the restaurant) laugh.  However, when my husband took August outside while the older kids visited the gumball machine, one of the men in the restaurant applauded–sarcastically, as if to say, “It’s about time someone took him out of here.”  He then uttered as he shook his head, “Thank God.”

I looked at him–really looked at him–and thought about going over and sharing a word or two or three with him.  He was with two young boys, maybe ten or twelve years old, perhaps his sons.  He was not much older than I.

As I resisted a very strong urge to respond to him, I thought about myself ten years from now–when my children are much older and (a bit) less boisterous.  And instead of staying angry at this man,  I sincerely wished that as the years go by I never forget what it is like to have young children, that a child’s happy laughs and silly faces would never irritate me instead of bringing me joy.

Today we visited a small violin shop in Providence.  As I worked very hard to keep August and Edgar’s curious hands away from the violins, bows, and all things breakable, the kind proprietor simply smiled at me–and them–and said, “This is what I love to see–curious children.  This means they are smart; they want to explore.  I hate seeing kids being forced to sit still.”  The shop’s proprietor is 85 years old.

Childhood is really the only time in our lives for unabashed expression and exploration–a lesson from a gentle and wise octogenarian to us all.


7 thoughts on “Remembering What Childhood Is For

  1. Surely what I will miss most about teaching is the “pureness” of young children…the spontaneous, uninhibited joy –with gut giggles and toothless smiles!
    Enjoy these days, Samantha, the years truly pass too quickly!

  2. Never, never, never, give any one the vinegar to spoil your joy.
    Why empower others by making them aware of their ignorance, prejudice, and lack of patience?
    Some people are jealous and exist on their wrath–it’s all they have. Ta ta.

  3. The world is full of judgmental, self-righteous individuals.
    Take it from an unconventional mom, who has had her fair share of raised eye-brows, and from a mother who has walked through negative glares, comments and judgement.
    In the end, seeing my children thrive, do well in school, with their peers and towards each other has reduced the negativity, to a teeny tiny barely visible fraction of my life. Nothing else matters. Peace!
    Enjoy your beautiful children and let the rest wash away.
    Ramona xoxo

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