It’s Never too Late to Have a Happy Childhood

“Your job is to play.” A nurse was speaking to children in an attempt to round them up and get them outside. “My job is to take care of you, but your job is to play.”

Funny how, as adults, our own play gets buried under work, under bills, under medical emergencies and divorces, education, and children.

Tom Robbins said, “It’s never too late to have a happy childhood.”

Is that true?

While I’m not a big fan of absolutes, I have to say that in my limited experience, yes, this is true, but it requires a very un-child like re-focusing, re-prioritizing and re-framing.

We need to practice focusing on that which we truly want, prioritizing to ensure we’re doing that which is important to us, and re-framing the stories we tell ourselves when things that we don’t want happen.

But what if that happy childhood were a possibility?

What would life be like if we played more? Or we turned work into play?   

What would life be like if we purposely sought joy, if we embraced that light-heartedness and never-ending curiosity that is natural in children? What if we could get up as easily as we fall down, returning to our play as quickly as possible?

What if we practiced our happy childhood like medicine, like the piano, like cooking or any skill we wish to improve? What if we created a practice for a life, centered on joy and play and all of those things that we have been too busy to enjoy?

What would our play consist of?

What would that feel like?

Would we say yes more often? Would we say no?

Would we be our own heroes?

Would we dream more?

 

When I was a kid, I was outside all-the-freaking time.  The mosquitoes (the real Mississippi state bird) seemed irrelevant compared to going adventuring in the woods and building forts out of hurricane-toppled oak trees and winding vines. The woods held secrets that were meant only for me. Adventure and imagination and freedom hid in the taste of honeysuckle, swam in the swampy

spaces between cypress trees, and sailed in the sound of the crows and mockingbirds that slid between tree tops.

…and yet, and yet, somehow I traded the secrets, adventure, imagination, and freedom for air-conditioning laced mortgage payments.

I grew up and became overwhelmed with the responsibilities of adulthood. It’s true, being an adult holds certain responsibilities that we should not ignore.

And yet, what if there were a way to shift our primary focus to having that happy childhood, while still managing those responsibilities?

Having that idea is a part of what birthed Life 2.0. It’s not a do-over, but an upgrade.  I think it’s the closest thing we have to a do-over.

Maybe it means lying in the grass, watching the clouds more or taking things a lot less seriously and not bearing the weight of the world on our shoulders. It could mean splashing through mud puddles. Maybe it just means having a break from adult work and having an adventure once in a while.

For me, having a happy child hood means all of those things and more. It means enjoying a  fart joke ( thanks George Carlin ) or a riddle from a popsicle stick.  And laughing. A lot.  

What would your second childhood look like? Do you think it’s possible for you to have a second, intentional childhood?

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