To Be A Child Again

To Be A Child Again

Wasn't it easier in your lunch box days?

I always had this crazy idea that as I got older life would be better.

Yeah. Right.

If anything, as I get older, it gets harder with each passing day.

I constantly find myself wondering: "When did I grow up?" and, more importantly, "Why did I want to grow up so fast?"

Why did I think that broken hearts would be better than having a skinned up knee that only needed a band-aid to fix rather than time and tubs of Ben and Jerry's ice cream.

I'm no longer the naive child that I used to be (even though somedays I wish I was). I'd give anything for just one more moment spent in the bliss of childhood.

If I was a child again, I would beg my dad to check for the monsters underneath my bed before he tucked me in. It was my childhood innocence that let me think that those "monsters" were the worst that could be found in this world.

If I was a child again, I would be able to carelessly play outside for hours, enjoying every second until that dreaded moment when mom said that it was time to come inside. But instead, I now find myself working for hours a day and rarely playing.

If I was a child again, I would dread being told it was nap time because of the irrational fear that I would miss out on something. But now, I would give anything for a nap and a few moments of peace and quiet.

If I was a child again, I would cry tears over being told to go to bed when all I wanted was to stay up just a little bit later rather than over bills and broken-hearts.

If I was a child again, I would still have the childhood wonder that let me think that all people were good, that the world was full of endless opportunities, that life was fair, and that the most important man in the world wasn't a president but Santa Clause.

As I get older, I realize that I took for granted all the simplicity that goes along with being a child. Maybe it's because I'm afraid to grow up, to be completely on my own and to live my own life. If I could be the child that I was once was, just for one more day, I would take that chance in a heartbeat.

I'd go back to those days because I've realized that being an adult isn't all that I thought that it was cracked up to be.

Being an adult means realizing that life isn't fair and there isn't a lot that will go the way that you plan. It means you can't beg and plead to get what you want. It means you have to work for what you want and even then, sadly, you may not get it.

As an adult I've realized that the love and encouragement you receive from your family is the only thing is in world that you can be sure will always be there. As a child, you don't understand that the support you receive from them won't be given to you by everyone else you meet. You'll meet more people willing to break you down rather than build you up.

Being an adult also means facing the cold-hearted, "me-first" world. It means being forced to take on more responsibility (aka stress) than you ever knew existed and it means being pressured to meet all of the life milestones at the acceptable age like so many others around you are, even if you would rather not.

I don't know why I wished away my childhood or idealized being older because all I wish is for now is one more day of childhood.

So, until the day I'm finally my five-year old self again, I'll be the child I once was at heart. I'll carry around my kids lunch box, watch Disney movies regularly, and color outsides the lines in countless coloring books without anyone there to tell me that I can't. (On second thought, maybe being an adult isn't so bad after all).

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I often hear a lot of people complaining about their step-parents and wondering why they think that they have any authority over them. Although I know that everyone has different situations, I will be the first to admit that I am beyond blessed to have a step dad. Yep, I said it. My life wouldn't be the same that it is not without him in it. Let me tell you why I think step dads are the greatest things since sliced bread.

1. They will do anything for you, literally.

My stepdad has done any and every thing for me. From when I was little until now. He was and still is my go-to. If I was hungry, he would get me food. If something was broken, he would fix it. If I wanted something, he would normally always find a way to get it. He didn't spoil me (just sometimes), but he would make sure that I was always taken care of.

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2. Life lessons.

Yup, the tough one. My stepdad has taught me things that I would have never figured out on my own. He has stood beside me through every mistake. He has been there to pick me up when I am down. My stepdad is like the book of knowledge: crazy hormonal teenage edition. Boy problems? He would probably make me feel better. He just always seemed to know what to say. I think that the most important lesson that I have learned from my stepdad is: to never give up. My stepdad has been through three cycles of leukemia. He is now in remission, yay!! But, I never heard him complain. I never heard him worry and I never saw him feeling sorry for himself. Through you, I found strength.

3. He loved me as his own.

The big one, the one that may seem impossible to some step parents. My stepdad is not actually my stepdad, but rather my dad. I will never have enough words to explain how grateful I am for this man, which is why I am attempting to write this right now. It takes a special kind of human to love another as if they are their own. There had never been times where I didn't think that my dad wouldn't be there for me. It was like I always knew he would be. He introduces me as his daughter, and he is my dad. I wouldn't have it any other way. You were able to show me what family is.

So, dad... thanks. Thanks for being you. Thanks for being awesome. Thanks for being strong. Thanks for loving me. Thanks for loving my mom. Thanks for giving me a wonderful little sister. Thanks for being someone that I can count on. Thanks for being my dad.

I love you!

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Everyone Should Experience Working In Fast Food Or Retail

Working in fast food was definitely not sunshine, lollipops, and rainbows, but I'm so glad I did it.


I know these jobs aren't glamorous. In fact, most days I looked forward to clocking out before I had even clocked in. I always secretly rolled my eyes when an angry customer droned on and on about how entitled he or she was. Though I can name a lot of bad things that happened on the job, it wasn't all horrible. As I reflect on my time working in fast food, I realize how much having that job really taught me and how grateful I am to have had that experience. I really think everyone should work in fast food or retail at some point, and here's why:

You make some great friends from work. I get it, sometimes your co-workers are royal jerks or flat out creeps. You see your name on the schedule next to theirs and immediately try switching with someone else. I've been there. However, I have worked with some amazing people as well.

Every time I worked with one girl in particular, we laughed for entire shifts. One night, we were singing the national anthem at the top of our lungs without realizing a customer had come in (to our surprise, she applauded our terrible screaming). Another coworker and I turned up the radio on full blast when business was slow and had dance battles. We made the most of our shifts, and I still talk to some of these people today.

You learn how to deal with difficult people. It's the age-old story: the uppity customer thinks twelve dollars for a meal combo is outrageous and Where is your manager?!

My friend and I were once called stupid and a customer said he would never come back to our restaurant to eat ever again. At the moment, we were scared out of our minds because we were both pretty new to the job. As time passed, we became more patient and tolerant and knew what triggered these particular customers. Dealing with these adversities definitely helps in the long run, particularly when it comes to doing group work with people who seem unbearable.

Your people skills increase by a landslide. I had always thought that I was great with people before I had a job. However, when I found myself in situations where I had to talk to strangers, I would grow nervous and stumble across my words from time to time. Working in an environment where communicating with others is a driving force helped me not only with improving my public speaking, but also made me more outgoing. In situations where I once backed into the corner to avoid having to talk to someone, I now take charge and initiate a conversation.

You establish a connection with regular customers. My favorite customer was named Jack. He was the sweetest old man who came in every Wednesday and Friday and bought food for himself and his wife. I quickly memorized his order, which impressed him. We shared pleasantries every time he came in, and my coworkers and I looked forward to seeing him.

Establishing a relationship with people who come in a lot helps immensely when it comes to working. It also provides a sense of accomplishment when you memorize an order. Not to mention, the customers start to like you and typically leave a generous tip!

You have stories to tell for a lifetime! Sometimes bad things happen at work. Once I was holding a hot pan and burned my arm— I still have the burn mark on my arm to prove it. My point is, it sucked at the moment, but now I look back and laugh.

One time I asked my coworker how to make soup and she replied, "Slowly, but beautifully." It was so nonchalant that I cracked up for hours. There was also a time when a customer asked me for outlandish toppings and condiments that we didn't offer. The craziest story, though, was the drug deal that went down in our public restrooms. My coworker and I obviously could not leave our station and follow these people into the bathroom, so we were pretty much defenseless. Nobody got hurt or anything, so it made for a great story.

Working in fast food was definitely not sunshine, lollipops, and rainbows, but I'm so glad I did it. It made me more independent and outgoing and gave me memories I'll never forget.

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