Way back when...
Jan. 16th, 2011 07:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
felisviolaceous Back in highschool...I had a friend who had a color dream. To her it meant prophetic dream. Per her, as an adult, my house was the kid hang-out. She didn't give the kids ages...just that my house was where the children felt safe to hang out. At first I was like "cool" with that idea. I wanted to have children and the thought of being the neighborhood mom was a really nice idea. But when I got more older and appearently more selfish, even with having Little One...I just didn't want to have that responsibility or the fact that having a household of children meant I or partner couldn't go to parties or other adult related events.
Buuuutttt...Little One is not so little anymore...and I'm finding that the friends she is associates with is the very kinds of friends that I would be friends with. It's a bit weird...but...cool...
I'm at this situation where I can relate to her friends...and give advice, only because they seem to be listening...not just hearing but "listening". I'm totally, like, whoa...how old am I???? I feel like a teenager gossiping with friends and yet being the sage, wise old women that is helping younglings be the free-spirited-open-minded-yet grounded-enough-to-survive-today's-society-standard's adults that they can become. OMG...how hard is that????? Crap...am I really succeeding???? Hell...am I even succeeding that for myself???? I'm so tipsy right now...anywaaaayyy...I'm suddenly at that moment where I could be, and willing, be that safe house. That place where my "Little" One can bring her friends over and I'm, and Spouse is "ok" with that. And my mind is opening...actually, expanding with the opportunity of being cool in the teenage world for Her and yet being at level of "teacher" for Her and friends. Yea...I know that sounds egotistical, but to be a successful unintintional teacher vs a purposeful teacher that just pisses off their students...
I better just shut up before I dig my own ego-hole. The point I'm trying to make...I'm beginning to like this neighborhood mom position that I'm starting to perceive that I'm in...:D
Buuuutttt...Little One is not so little anymore...and I'm finding that the friends she is associates with is the very kinds of friends that I would be friends with. It's a bit weird...but...cool...
I'm at this situation where I can relate to her friends...and give advice, only because they seem to be listening...not just hearing but "listening". I'm totally, like, whoa...how old am I???? I feel like a teenager gossiping with friends and yet being the sage, wise old women that is helping younglings be the free-spirited-open-minded-yet grounded-enough-to-survive-today's-society-standard's adults that they can become. OMG...how hard is that????? Crap...am I really succeeding???? Hell...am I even succeeding that for myself???? I'm so tipsy right now...anywaaaayyy...I'm suddenly at that moment where I could be, and willing, be that safe house. That place where my "Little" One can bring her friends over and I'm, and Spouse is "ok" with that. And my mind is opening...actually, expanding with the opportunity of being cool in the teenage world for Her and yet being at level of "teacher" for Her and friends. Yea...I know that sounds egotistical, but to be a successful unintintional teacher vs a purposeful teacher that just pisses off their students...
I better just shut up before I dig my own ego-hole. The point I'm trying to make...I'm beginning to like this neighborhood mom position that I'm starting to perceive that I'm in...:D
