Jan 3, 2018
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‘Adulting’ should only be done when it’s absolutely necessary. Otherwise a childlike approach throughout life should be mandatory.
Those of a more serious disposition, those who are not naturally inclined in the ‘Hey – let’s climb that tree/balance on that parapet/dress up in silly clothes/play in the mud’ disposition, who invariably utter: ‘Someone’s got to keep things together’ might bear in mind that the world is not going to fall apart the moment they break out of straight-faced mode and be silly for five minutes.
Then again, being silly might not be their ‘thing,’ in which case, they must smile indulgently and bear with those of us for who it is, please.
My husband and I live by that mantra and always have done, even when I was depressed, and quite probably saved some part of my delicate sanity in those days. It is absolutely the truest of truths that humour, the sillier the better, is a vital factor in helping contribute towards the easing up of the downs – at least the milder form. Adulting is vital in bringing up the kids and dealing with the rather tedious matters of life such as finance, otherwise leave serious adulting for those and those moments alone.
Two silly boys and an equally silly mother/wife.
Our potty, daft son lives with us, and together, the three of us make a potty, daft threesome. Two silly boys and an equally silly mother/wife. I shall be rather sad when son leaves home.
I was always potty and daft and was brought up in a rather potty, daft household. So, despite all that my family – parents and siblings – might have done to contribute towards my depression, I am very grateful to them for their somewhat ribald, irreverent humour. For Sunday dinners we got tiddly on mother’s apple wine (1976 was a particularly good year), and became hysterically giggly over the British radio programmes The Goonsand The Navy Lark, because they were hysterical.
And when it comes to just being plain playful, you only have to watch a kid at work on his/her ‘thing’ to see what one means. They have yet to be adulted senselessly. Kids know how to have fun. You only have to watch them digging a hole on a beach, or building a fort with sheets and chairs, or making silly faces in the mirror (good for the facial muscles, that one). This last we do fairly regularly in this household (god forbid anyone should be looking through our windows at that moment… Eh, well…).
Last but not least…
‘Childlike‘ is playful and fun.
There’s a big difference between being childish and childlike and a lot of people get confused between the two. ‘Childlike‘ is playful and fun. ‘Childish‘ is behaving like a spoiled kid, perhaps, and not very pleasant. Let’s not get the two confused! And next time an overly serious person says to you: ‘How old are you?’ when you’re having a cut grass chucking war with your offspring after a lawn mowing session (as I did when my son ran out of primary school at the end of a summer’s day all those years ago), just blow a raspberry and chuck grass at the serious person.
On second thoughts, perhaps not, I don’t want you to get into trouble because of me – ‘She told me to do it!’