My adorable child has decided her new favorite-must-have-at-all-times toy is the pretend plastic phone. Just one pretend phone wasn’t good enough, she also has an old-school wall phone, a defunct cell phone and another pretend plastic phone. The real phone is her favorite, and when she finds it, I might not see it for days.
So, how did my child become obsessed with the phone? I couldn’t tell you. I don’t own a cell phone. It is rare that I talk on the phone. When the phone rings, I am a faithful observer of caller ID. Those who know me understand I’m not a big phone chatter and often don’t call loved ones for weeks on end (sorry).
When the phone rings on the television, my child gets one of her pretend phones. When she hears the phone ring at the house, she finds it AND brings it to me. When we are enjoying some imaginary play together, she wants me to pretend I am talking on the phone.
Maybe she is trying to tell me I need to make some phone calls.
Until she is able to speak, my child is super adorable when she is “pretending” to talk on the phone. My fear is the day when words come out of her mouth and she actually wants to talk and talk and talk on the real phone.
I better start saving for the phone bills.
I get caught up with others and how they behave. I’m not talking celebrities, just normal people out in the real world hanging out. The fun mom encouraging her kids to crawl all over the public fountain downtown not caring what anyone thinks. The cool high school girl singing at the top of her lungs to whatever she’s listening to while walking on the sidewalk.
Sometimes I wish I could trade places with them for just a moment, and take some of their chutzpah with me when I come back.
So often I stop myself from doing this because of that, or make up an asinine reason why I can’t go or can’t do something. Deep down I’m wondering WHY I am afraid and WHY I’m not doing what I really want to do.
I’ve decided it is never too late to change your wicked ways. I’m going to take action and start doing the things I shy away from. I’m going to step up to the plate and try new things and not worry about the consequences (I’m not talking death-defying or hurtful situations here people). It’s time to get out there and have a good time.
Maybe you should, too. Let’s all stop and smell the roses. They are quite fragrantly beautiful this time of year.