The daily prompt today is spot on, yes, I turned out pretty good. I made it. I am a middle aged lady with a wicked sense of humor…I am still alive and kicking’ and hopefully will do so, for many more years to come. Since I turned out so good, why in the name of whatever God, would I want to change anything about my childhood?
The good and the bad comes in a package with the ugly, the writers of that screenplay got it right. It’s always a package deal and we better accept the package, before it might get returned.
Let me give you an example.
My parents were violent alcoholics and the first years of my childhood were tough. Then I moved in with my Grandmother and had the best childhood a kid could ask for. So why would I change a thing? Let’s say I would wish that my parents would have been different. That would mean I would miss all the beautiful years I had with my Grandmother. What a bad hand I would deal myself.
I guess I am supposed to say “I wish I would have never smoked”, since this too is part of my childhood. But that’s not true either. I remember so many funny and priceless moments.
I met great people because I was a smoker, met them at places, where we were cubed in, because we shared the same addiction. One of them is my husband, another one would be one of my dearest friends. I already wrote about that, in my post “Dog or car” (here).
As for the younger generations, they will turn out pretty good as well, if we let them make their own mistakes and their own experiences.
40 years ago I was sitting at an old kitchen table and my Grandmother told me, she wished things would be different for me. She didn’t understand some of the modern stuff like TV and telephone, hated our music and our clothes. She wished my childhood would be more like hers, thought my generation was pretty superficial. Today I catch myself wishing the same for the generations behind me and then I realize, that I have turned into my Grandmother.
Life these days is different, some of the changes I don’t like and I guess that’s alright. Maybe it’s the way it’s suppose to be? We, the older generations hold on to our memories, share our wisdom -in case we have any- and the younger generations make their own memories and will sound just like us in about 40 years.
So, to answer today’s prompt, if I wish one thing away, or change it…wouldn’t it change me and the way I turned out to be? Wouldn’t it affect everything?
I wouldn’t change a thing, not even the bad stuff.
PS. May I ask for a positive daily prompt once, I would be in the mood to write about laughing until I cry.
Sure, you turned out pretty good, but is there anything you wish had been different about your childhood? If you have kids, is there anything you wish were different for them?