The ones in your body, I mean. My son told me something very interesting yesterday. His little 5 year old has started to ask, at the end of the day, “What are we doing tomorrow?” What ?? That’s what he used to do! We always thought that this little character trait was just something that was peculiar to him. Now his daughter is doing it. Amazing!!
So, I’ve been thinking. What is my M.O. As a child of the late `40’s and `50’s, I didn’t have the option of choice for tomorrow. There were chores to do and one day was pretty much like the last one. Getting in the car and having choices of where we were going or what we were going to do was unthinkable. Milk was delivered and grocery shopping was usually limited to 1 day a week. Going to the “Big” town was a bi-monthly or monthly thing. So, asking about tomorrow never crossed my mind, I don’t think. When something special was going to happen, I know my mother either kept it from me or braced herself for non-stop questions and excitement. Yep, Yep, Yep. A pest needing much feedback.
Even today, I need to have, in my mind, before retiring for the day, what I’m going to fix for dinner the next day. So, I suppose that’s kind of like “what am I doing, tomorrow?”
It appears now, as I have thought about it, quite possibly my son got this trait from me and of course he has passed it on to his daughter. Lucky him. Oh well. It’s not so bad, once you get used to the child’s concerns. It just gets so repetitive. But that’s raising children; it is a constant thing, day in and day out. At least she is a healthy, inquisitive child and full of life. I’ll take that any day.
Healthy Days to You...Your Smiling Maven
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