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On my own. . . YIKES!Posted Tuesday, August 28, 2007, at 12:28 PM
It is funny how kids seem to know everything, and then when that magic birthday appears, the child becomes an adult and with adulthood comes complete and total stupidity.
I have decided that the only thing I know for sure is that I know nothing. Oh, how I miss the days when I was smarter than everyone including my parents.
"When I grow up, I want to be a singer or an actress or a writer", I said to my school counselor. I knew that I could attain my dream job, but I was quickly brought down by her doubts about my ability to soar to the land of my dreams.
"Let's be realistic," she said. "You will probably never be any of those things."
Since this happening was many years ago, my memory has started to fade a little, but I can imagine myself leaving my counselor's office shaking my head in disbelief concerning the stupidity that she displayed. I must have felt sorry for her.
Well, currently, I find myself out on my own for the first time in my adult life. Recently divorced with three children to care for all by myself, I find myself standing back from time to time to take in my situation. I must be honest with you, there are many times that the only logical thing to say is YIKES!
I really do not know why I worry though. After all, I do have three children at home. They probably know the answers to all of the world's problems. Surely they can educate me on the proper way to conduct my life. Should I forget how to cook dinner, my eight -year-old is always ready to tell me how it should be done. If I can't work the DVD player, my eleven-year-old is always eager to push me aside, and if I have forgotten how to paint a portrait, my three year will take it upon himself to show me how with a perfectly painted watercolor on the side of the dishwasher (no paper needed).
Oh, yes! I should be proud because I have three of the most knowledgeable children ever produced. My children are geniuses!
Now, I must remind myself that I do not know anything, so I could be wrong about the conclusion I have drawn from watching my children on a daily basis. I happen to know that anyone who possess the IQ of a genius has a more complex way of thinking than other people have. Thus my conclusion. Since children know everything there is to know, they must have higher IQs than their parents. Their minds are operating at such a high level that simple concepts such as cleaning their bedrooms or remembering to do their homework are beyond them. It is not their fault, you see.
Take my children for example, they do not have time for frivolous tasks such as feeding the dog or taking out the trash. They are much too busy studying the effects of tying a kite to the living room ceiling fan or seeing how many complete rolls of toilet paper can be flushed down a toilet at one time. These discoveries may save the world some day.
Seriously, I do at times, wish I had some of the carefree abilities that children possess. I think as an adult, I doubt myself way too often. Just as my counselor in school tried to crush my dreams and expectations, there is always someone waiting to drag me down. To those people who are only interested in expressing their unsupportive attitudes for my dreams, abilities, and decisions, I must revert back to my childish ways and say, "I'm not listening. La la la la la. I can't hear you."
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