the gift of childhood…

a-childhood-idyll-1900Childhood is a time for pretending and trying on maturity to see if it fits or hangs baggy, tastes good or bitter, smells nice or fills your lungs with smoke that makes you cough. It’s sharing licks on the same sucker with your best friend before you discover germs. It’s not knowing how much a house cost, and caring less. It’s going to bed in the summer with dirty feet on clean sheets. It’s thinking anyone over fifteen is ‘ancient’. It’s absorbing ideas, knowledge, and people like a giant sponge. Childhood is where ‘competition’ is a baseball game and ‘responsibility’ is a paper route.

Source: Erma Bombeck

Painting: William-Adolphe Bouguereau

Inky’s Take: The single most important gift my parents gave me was an absolutely golden childhood.  Without it, I would not have been able to deal with what was to come after.  It took me a long time to realize it’s value, but since then, everyday I make a point to tell my parents I love them and give them a kiss.  Not just because they are my parents, but in thanks for such a precious gift.