A place called Childhood...

Once upon a time, but not very long ago, there was a place called Childhood.

In Childhood, little people reigned supreme. Days were long and nights were short. Sunrise welcomed endless adventures and sunset was met with warm pajamas and good night kiss.

Life was special in Childhood. Puddles were for jumping, paper was for drawing and mud was for playing. You could do whatever you liked in Childhood. If you felt like crying in the middle of the (not so) enchanted aisle of a Supermarket, you could! If you felt like throwing food at the Queen of Childhood, a beautiful lady called 'Mummy' (that's me), then you could. So long as you did something uber-cute like laugh so hard that holding your head off your highchair was no longer possible.

As special as life was in Childhood, it was also simple. So simple in fact that 'Bill' was a friend who lived next door, not something scary that arrived in the mail every day (seriously - EVERY day), 'weight' wasn't spelled like that, it was spelled 'wait' and it was something that people in Childhood hated to do. 'Sleep' was an enemy and bouncing out of the bed before sunrise was considered a mammoth victory.

Over time, the colours of Childhood began to fade. It was a subtle change at first. The vibrancy of the playgrounds started to wilt and appear silly. The luminosity of books began to dull and words became smaller and stories became longer until there were no pictures left in books at all, just words. The little people of Childhood tried hard to hold onto their childish ways until the big people of Childhood began scolding them for being childish... something that not so long ago had been a special thing.

Eventually the little people of Childhood began to change too. Their once fresh faces wore little red dots and their shoulders became slouched. The little boys voices grew deeper and the little girls bodies began to curve. The big people of Childhood grew fearful as the once adorable little people became... teenagers (insert jaws score here).

As Childhood grew darker, the once little people put down their treasures. They boxed away their rosy cheeks and left their wild imaginations underneath their beds where they softened and became memories. Overtime, the once little people would visit their special memories and hope that one day soon, their new worlds would once again be as simple and happy as they had been in Childhood...

Welcome to that very day.

This blog is a return to the goodness of our youth. This blog is written by a former resident of Childhood who still believes in the goodness of those days. In this post-apocolyptic world of puberty, our 20s and now my 30s, this blog is all about celebrating the goodness and being gracious to the other inhabitants of this big, wild and beautiful world.

Over the next few months, visit this site as you sit on your evening commute unable to see the good in your crowded and smelly tram, have a quick read as your boss (who incidentally reeks of garlic today) berates you for no reason at all, stop by for a visit as you wake in the middle of the night to feed your crying baby... again... for the third time that night... when will this growth spurt ever end?! Sorry, off on a tangent there!

With a little bit of luck, the words from this mere blog will bring a little bit of goodness back to the simple things in our lives and herald the return of the once popular, rose coloured glasses.

Until next time, a challenge. As you hurry out the door to work, rush to the front gates of your children's school, or race to make your gym class on time, try something new. Keep rushing by all means but as you do, recall five beautiful things that happened to you today. I'll share mine, I'm a good sharer, I learned how to do that in Childhood...

1. My 10 month old slept through the night last night, I actually woke up before him! I know! I woke up and the sun was peeking through my windows and I lay in bed for 7 minutes before the familiar call of my little boy drifted into my room. 
2. I straightened my hair last night and it looks Pantene-commercial-good today. I've been flicking my luscious locks all day long! I have to make the most of it as they're likely to be encrusted with a baby rusk by sunset. 
3. My daily regular weak skinny latte (don't judge me for ordering weak coffee Melbourne readers - my cafe makes REALLY strong coffee okay) was made by my favourite barista. Enough said. 
4. It's the most amazing Autumn day here on the NSW South Coast. The sun is shining, the birds are chirping, the grass is green and the ocean, luminous. 
5. My husband gets home tonight! He's been away all week and I've missed him. Noted that this beautiful thing hasn't happened yet BUT there's nothing wrong with a little optimism right?!

Over and out dear readers - err, sorry, I mean Nick.