The Old Days

Truth be told, I long for the old days. I long for the days when children were safe to play outside and could let their imaginations run wild. All the while mama is in the kitchen making pies and plans for dinner. Sure there is a lot to be said for progress. But honestly, it’s all a little overwhelming and consuming. We don’t know where to drawl the line or even to drawl a line. Everything is so impersonal and mind numbing. The only time people can be honest anymore is when behind a computer screen. What happened to the art of conversation? I dream of a house with a good size yard and most importantly a big front porch with a swing. I want this porch to be where my children crawl up on my lap for a snuggle when they’re small and where we can sit eye-to-eye talking about life and things that matter when they’re grown. I want my friends to come over and eat the pie I made and sip on the coffee or iced tea fresh from my kitchen. I don’t care of the floors aren’t spotless or the dishes pile up for the night because sometimes the best thing to do is walk away from work into the arms of the fleeting moments with the ones we love. Motherhood is knowing the to-do list is less important than the passing moments with your children. The dishes can wait, their childhood wont.