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My 3-year-old told me the other day that he wants to be a garbage man when he grows up. He loves garbage. I mean, all aspects of garbage. He has all types of garbage trucks to play with, he loves to take out the recycling bin and he knows that Tuesday is garbage day. It’s like a freaking holiday for him. He waves to the garbage man and sometimes makes me walk him down the sidewalk so he can follow the garbage truck from house to house. We are slowly turning into sanitation worker stalkers. The best part of this whole thing, is that he also added to his “I want to be a garbage man when I grow up” line that he wants to stand on the back of the truck and yell, “Helllooo! Give me your garbage!” How awesome is that? Can you imagine having a garbage guy who entered the neighborhood every week with a loud “Hellloo Everybody!”??
Well, whatever. He’s fascinated. He’s learning about community service jobs, and helping the earth through recycling. He hates litter and wants to pick it all up. Most importantly, he’s not watching TV but busy zooming trucks around the yard instead. Which brings me to my next point: wouldn’t it be great if it were socially acceptable for adults to run around and act out their dreams in creative play fashion like that? We’d have full-grown women in tutu’s doing ballet in driveways, men well past their prime tackling each other in full-contact football games, random people doing random things all over the place. It would be like the whole world was in one big state of drunkenness! Oh, it would be great. The world would be such a happy place if we were able to indulge in our innocent childhood dreams. I would even be able to gather the carts at Tops. What I’m really interested in knowing is, what would you be doing?
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If I wasn’t currently married to a smart, generous and attractive woman with two sons and a third child on the way, I would be a professional golfer or golf pro at a country club in Arizona.
I would be playing Tag (Freeze Tag, Not It). First, it was a feeling of camaraderie with so many kids in the neighborhood playing together, and secondly I loved how free it felt to run around and laugh so hard your stomach would ache. The biggest worry in life back then was getting home in time for dinner!
But therein lies the curse of adulthood: knowing what’s real, what’s expected, what’s normal…and then having to live up to those expectations.
I’d be an adventurous archaeologist….who just happens to fly fighter jets on the side.
My Dearest Shannon:
I would be playing short for the Yanks - if only I could have hit the curve.
Do you realize how proud I am of you and how much I respect the fact that you are a teacher?
You have grown up to be such an amazing young woman. Your son Nate is like your twin except he can actually pound a baseball. And, when Aiden asked me, Papa, are you my Buddy - following it up with, Are you happy?” Life doesn’t get any better.
I love you, Sweetstuff.
Dad
I personally feel that it IS socially acceptable for adults to run around and act out their dreams.
I know 99% of this world measures success by your job/income/possessions; and by that definition I’m in the free cheese line. I’ve come to accept the fact that I probably won’t have the summer home on the lake I always thought I would - and that’s OK. Because I am now part of the 1% of this world who measures success by the smile on your face. As long as you love and are happy with the people around you, who cares what other people think?
Gotta go - it’s raining out and there’s this really, really big puddle I want to go jump in!