I was in the car by myself on the weekend, which doesn’t happen very often these days. I caught myself pointing out a digger that I drove passed. Out loud. To no one in particular.
Then, when I got where I was going, I realised that I had also had the kids’ CD playing the whole time and had been singing along.
I think these are definite signs that I need to get out more.
It was was particularly amusing (horrifying) given a similar incident that had happened the week before that I had posted a poem about on Facebook.
I find the psychology fascinating. When I get little glimpses of myself like this it makes me think that parenthood has completely rewired (melted) my brain. It’s amazing that I can ever hold an adult conversation at all. I wouldn’t be surprised if one day someone just comes clean with me and tells me that I’ve been speaking in Seussian rhyme for the last two years and everyone has assumed I’m mad.
It’s not all bad news of course. Having this sort of perspective is quite refreshing. It’s nice to pay attention to all the little details that a child would notice. When Pickles goes for a walk he literally does stop and smell the roses. He takes delight in lots of things that most adults would probably just walk straight passed.
I’m happy to encourage and nurture this quality in my children by helping them to notice things. I also think it’s a good thing if I stop and smell the roses even when Pickles isn’t there to lead by example.
But there is probably a time and a place for it. I probably don’t need to be noticing things out loud to myself in the car. Hopefully at some point my brain will be able to snap back.
If it ever it does though, I really hope that a little spark of that childish wonder remains.