Well Nine, is now “Ten”, so I will make sure to refer to him as such.  But it has caused me to reminisce a bit myself.

Have you ever heard the story or seen the email “I resign from being an adult”?  Well if you haven’t here it is.

“I am hereby officially tendering my resignation as an adult.

I have decided I would like to accept the responsibilities of an 8 year-old again.  I want to go to McDonald’s and think that it’s a four star restaurant.   I want to sail sticks across a fresh mud puddle and make a sidewalk with rocks.  I want to think M&Ms are better than money because you can eat them.  I want to lie under a big oak tree and run a lemonade stand with my friends on a hot summer’s day.

I want to return to a time when life was simple; when all you knew were colors, multiplication tables, and nursery rhymes, but that didn’t bother you, because you didn’t know what you didn’t know and you didn’t care.  All you knew was to be happy because you were blissfully unaware of all the things that should make you worried or upset.  I want to think the world is fair. That everyone is honest and good. I want to believe that anything is possible. 

I want to be oblivious to the complexities of life and be overly excited by the little things again.  I want to live simple again.  I don’t want my day to consist of computer crashes, mountains of paperwork, depressing news, how to survive more days in the month than there is money in the bank, doctor bills, gossip, illness, and loss of loved ones.

I want to believe in the power of smiles, hugs, a kind word, truth, justice, peace, dreams, the imagination, mankind, and making angels in the snow.

So . . . here’s my checkbook and my car-keys, my credit card bills and my 401K statements. I am officially resigning from adulthood.

 And if you want to discuss this further, you’ll have to catch me first, cause……..

……”Tag! You’re it.”

I so often wish I could resign from adulthood.  I envy some of the things that Ten finds so important.  Not the bills, or the politics, or the state of the economy.  He worries, about his play dates, and which one of his friends is the best friend right now, or how to get past that level on his new game.  He thinks having breakfast for dinner is fun, not an indication that we are running short on groceries.

When does the world become more work than pleasure?  Is it at 12, or 14, or 20?  When do the worries of tomorrow begin to outweigh the plesures of today?  Is there a way to feel that good about life as you age, or are you permentantly destined to be a grownup?

Think about these questions will you?  And while your thinking about these questions, consider one other point….

Who really has it better?

Until Next time

~Another Day