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I am a retired English teacher and department head, the mother of three, grand mother of three, and have been married to the same man for 42 years. I subscribe to Dr. PM Forni's concept of Civility. I was born in South Philadelphia and grew up in the 'burbs. I love soft pretzels and cheesesteaks, the Phillies, the Eagles, and San Diego. I love being Mom, Aunt Kathy, Nona Kathy, and Teacher. I spend a lot of time in my gardens in the spring and summer, and in the winter I plan what I'm going to plant. I also am an avid reader and photographer.

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Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Playing Kathy and Dick

"Sassa, let's play Kathy and Dick."  And so Michael and Melissa, then four and three, would head for the nearest table or a large closet, where they would set up "their kids" -- their Cabbage Patch babies all in a line -- and go on a "road trip".  (Robyn, age one, would wait a year or so before they would entice her into the dog's crate, and take her along on one of their vacations.  The dog, a willing player in this tableau, had a car seat with their babies.)   They would stop for gas, stop to console, feed or change crying babies, discuss the weather, the traffic, and  their various destinations.  My husband and I got to see a play back of ourselves in the eyes of our toddlers playing us.  Would this have gone on forever.  Well, not the Robyn in the crate part...

Thirty years later, it is I who feel like I'm playing at being an adult.  Now we talk about how the grand daughters are doing in school, the upcoming birth of our first grandson, the illness or passing of friends....  Lately words and phrases such as "stage four", "terminal", "hospice care", all in reference to my husband's mother, have crept into our dialogues.  How we long for the sweetness, the innocence of those earlier days.

12 comments:

forsythia said...

This post brought back the sweetness and innocence of days long ago. Thank you.

The Vanilla Bean Baker said...

I'm so sorry to read about your mother-in-law's - your family's battle with cancer. Honestly, having the words associated with it come into our lives just really sucks and we all live in hope that one day they will just be words in a dictionary and not invading our lives.

Sweet Virginia Breeze said...

Sometimes it's difficult to appreciate everyday happenings while they are occurring. It's only when we look back, that we realize how special those moments were.

Betsy from Tennessee said...

Oh yes, those earlier days are long gone... I was talking to a friend my age on the phone recently. We were comparing aches and pains --and talking about so many deaths around us... For me--OLD AGE is here!!!

Hugs,
Betsy

Snappy Di said...

Oh how well I remember playing with dolls with my sister.. seems like it was a daily ritual with us in our little pretend world. I'd like to go back and visit those days just for a few hours. :-)

Purple Flowers said...

Life can be so bittersweet at times. My prayers go out to your mother in law and to you and your husband for strength and peace.

Lena said...

I am sorry to hear about your mother in law.

I love to listen to toddler's play and they are modeling the adults. it is very sweet and eye opening as well. They sure pick up on so much.

I miss the days when things were simpler, too.

George said...

It's interesting how the circle of life comes around. I sometimes feel as if I have gone from being my father's child to being his parent. It can be disconcerting.

Linda Reeder said...

With age comes perspective. We can look back and remember fondly earlier times, precious times. We look at the present and marvel at how far we've all come. We can wonder about the future and see ourselves in our aging parents.
Some parts are better than others. And yet there are hopefully precious moments in all these stages of our lives.
Wishing you some instant precious moments.

Gilly said...

Was life really simpler then? It seems so, looking back from where we are, I suppose. I sometimes think I would like to go back again, but then I would have to go through all the hard awful bits again!

But I am often appalled to realise that I am the oldest family member now. There is no -one older than me.

HELP!!

Mage said...

My best friend from school and I had about four hours to talk this last trip. It seemed as if time hadn't passed at all.

Thanks for this lovely entry.

Kay said...

We've returned to Illinois and have been seeing friends. Invariably, we've been talking about the same thing. We used to all be the youngsters and now our children have taken our places. It feels so strange.