Just some thoughts:
Seems it makes no difference of one’s age. There is something in most all of us that is endearing about the past. We think about it, we dream about it, we write and sing songs about it. Sometimes we even want to go back and live in it. For some, it never really leaves. Some would tell us that life can only be understood backwards, but it must be lived forward. True.
Well, seems those thoughts are overtaking one of our grandchildren. Five-year- old Jake has just started kindergarten. Previously, I shared that his take on kindergarten was good on a few things; but there was one big negative about kindergarten, it was too long. He told his mother that she was going to have to tell them that he couldn’t stay that long.
Well, Jake is longing for the “good ole days.” This week, as our daughter put him to bed, he started crying, telling her he missed preschool. “In preschool we had fun. “We had snacks and we sang songs.” One of his “friends” in the school cafeteria twisted his arm today and he said, “It really hurt.” Sadly, “friends” can do that to us.
Jake, we do understand and we feel for you. There are people, times, places and things from our past that we realize were special. There were times when we “had snacks and sang songs.”
We understand even for a five year old, there can be something special about what once was, the past. The past remains very special for me, even these many years later.
scenes of hardship and sadness possess the warmth of familiarity,
and within each of us there is a love for the known.”
August 25, 2013