By Marilyn Fowler
We’ve all heard the term Second Childhood, and we
have our own definition of what that means. It’s used in two ways, either
referring to the loss of physical or mental capacities, such as senility and
feebleness, or to just having fun acting like a kid again. I prefer the latter,
with a sufficiently sound mind and my inner child who wants to get out and
play.
To me, children are fascinating. They haven’t yet learned to
dwell on regrets from the past and miss today’s blessings. They experience both
pain and pleasure in life as we all do, but most seem able to bounce back, live
more in the present and savor the good times. And they can change my mood with
one of their beautiful smiles.
I remember when my own children were growing up expressing
their curiosity, creativity, humor and forgiveness. An old piece of paper
became an airplane, or one day they were mad at a playmate, but laughed
together the next day without judgment. In winter they flew on the sled, in
summer they swam the ocean in the kiddie pool, they read stories and said their
prayers, and gave me hugs every day.
Ah, the innocence of childhood. And how wonderful if we
could create a second childhood and experience some of the joy we
knew as children in spite of some of the pain that may have been there too. But
many older folks seem driven to express as mature adults according to an
acceptable image. Otherwise would not be proper. But allowing our inner child
to express in a second childhood promotes joy and health in our lives.
And we do have a choice.
I do silly things once in a while, but now I intend to let
my child out more often. Of course, due to physical limitations, I can’t stand
on my head or walk five miles to the old swimming hole like I used to. But I
can still play music and dance around the house, or play in my yard in the
rain, or laugh at myself when I look in the mirror instead of moaning at what I
see. And I don’t have to eat brussels sprouts if I don’t want to. Sounds good
to me.
Then when someone shakes their head and says, “You must be in your second
childhood,” I’ll grin and say, “Absolutely.”
I wish you the joy of many second childhood shenanigans.
Marilyn
I’m a retired Licensed Clinical Social
Worker/Psychotherapist. My professional experience includes Team Leader, then
Director of Mental Health Services in the Duval County Jail in Jacksonville,
Florida; coordinating mental health services in five nursing homes, working on
in-patient units, and in private practice for a number of years. I teach a
class at the University of North Florida on The Influence of Childhood Messages
on Adult Life, I belong to the Chat Noir Writers Circle, and I write a
self-help blog. (www.marilyngf.blogspot.com)
My memoir, Silent Echoes, was published three years
ago, and my stories have appeared in several magazines and a book entitled, When
God Spoke To Me. I’m now working on a fictional story, with a video on You
Tube (Me and Granmama in the Hill Country Chapter 1) reciting the first chapter
in costume using southern dialect.
4 comments:
Ahh, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now ...
- Bob Dylan
What a wonderful perspective on that old worn out put-down: second childhood! Thanks so very much!!
Thank you, Kirk and J.B. Yes we are younger now, and we can perceive second childhood as a compliment.
I like to make faces with kids in the grocery store. I think they believe I'm one of them, which I am.
Thanks again for your comments. It's always nice to hear from fellow kids.
Lovely, Marilyn. You sound like a lot of fun to be around. I imagine children love you!
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