I know that you believe you understand what you think I said, but I'm not sure you realize that what you heard is not what I meant.
-Robert McCloskey
Dear Mai,
Messy.
Life is messy, wouldn't you agree?
I miss the simplicity of childhood. This growing up business is riddled with super-secret-codes that my decoder ring can't seem to break. I find it exhausting and I don't want to play...and you know me, I like to play. Love to play. Crave it. Relish it. Find joy in it.
But...I think I'm getting left behind.
I'd be lying if I said it didn't rub raw in places and hurt. I'd like to keep up, but my stride doesn't seem to be as long as others. Maggie says these are growing pains, but I'm not in favor of these. I can't just go to the cabinet and whip up a remedy. This malady not one that's made of flesh nor bone, joints or tendons. In two words: It sucks.
I miss my best friend.
I don't know what happened. Two months ago we spoke the same language, but now we need a translator/referee. Messy mixed messages have made muddy waters all around. How did this happen? Why?
Hands tied, tongue tied, I'm flailing, failing. I'd just like to be given a chance to uncross the wires and make sense of this sudden wreckage. Any words of wisdom to impart? I'm open to suggestions because I only seem to be making things worse.
Maybe they're going through growing pains too and I should just exact patience...or a righteous hardy smack upside the back of their head. All I know is...I'm ready for simple. Crave it. Relish it. Find joy in it. If I'm having this much trouble with growing pains...what am I going to do when I'm finally asked to grow up?
Scary, huh?
Love Always,
- Ophie
Messy.
Life is messy, wouldn't you agree?
I miss the simplicity of childhood. This growing up business is riddled with super-secret-codes that my decoder ring can't seem to break. I find it exhausting and I don't want to play...and you know me, I like to play. Love to play. Crave it. Relish it. Find joy in it.
But...I think I'm getting left behind.
I'd be lying if I said it didn't rub raw in places and hurt. I'd like to keep up, but my stride doesn't seem to be as long as others. Maggie says these are growing pains, but I'm not in favor of these. I can't just go to the cabinet and whip up a remedy. This malady not one that's made of flesh nor bone, joints or tendons. In two words: It sucks.
I miss my best friend.
I don't know what happened. Two months ago we spoke the same language, but now we need a translator/referee. Messy mixed messages have made muddy waters all around. How did this happen? Why?
Hands tied, tongue tied, I'm flailing, failing. I'd just like to be given a chance to uncross the wires and make sense of this sudden wreckage. Any words of wisdom to impart? I'm open to suggestions because I only seem to be making things worse.
Maybe they're going through growing pains too and I should just exact patience...or a righteous hardy smack upside the back of their head. All I know is...I'm ready for simple. Crave it. Relish it. Find joy in it. If I'm having this much trouble with growing pains...what am I going to do when I'm finally asked to grow up?
Scary, huh?
Love Always,
- Ophie
