The blogger then opened the blog comments to our thoughts on the matter. I chose something not unlike me. That would be when my children were one year as the youngest and three and four years of age for the other two. That was truly a very happy time for me. It was before I had to struggle so much and so long and when I could give all the nourishment to their hearts and minds I could possibly give them. They learned, and knew they were loved. The passage of an additional five years from then was also a beautiful time for me.
|wind blown daffodils in my side yard.|
After some more consideration I have decided that the age of two years till five years of age were a wonderful three years for me. Both parents, two much older brothers and being the baby of the family and a little girl had advantages in that I was protected a bit more perhaps. I do know regardless of the accuracy of my perception now that I was happy. Lying on my stomach on the warm grass in the spring and summer sunshine, munching the tiny tiny flowers (from weeds no doubt). Giving our long suffering tolerant bull terrier a frequent mud bath with the wooden spoon from my little dixie cup. Walking back and forth on the concrete barrier about ten inches high, that guarded the lawn from the street. Listening to my brothers with their buddies and seeing their comic books, trying to make sense of them. Playing with my blocks and being taught to make designs with them. The ritual of being put to bed at night, hearing the same music that was played just for me. Just all manner of things. A happy time. A nice home and neighbor little girl friends to play with.
After the age of five, things were not easy for me. Two things have been good since the age of five however. A vast amount of travel outside this Country, and having my children. Perhaps I shall include my career as it changed me completely except for the love of my family. There, I remain the same.
|MORE windblown daffodils in my yard|
Enough of memory lane. SO: I will stop the years at my age of two please, and again when I had my three children.
Were would YOU stop time or would you? Many will say not ever, for any number of reasons. But it is fun to think of an hour or a day of carefree happiness. Some have that 7/24/365 and that is good.