Why am I having trouble focusing?
I can’t settle down.
We went to the fair last night (see? now I want to run upstairs and grab the camera and upload pictures and then post some here and put the rest on the private family-only Flickr account I have and that would be a great way to avoid work only I won’t let myself, no, absolutely not). My mom took my family and my sister’s family, slipped us each a big wad of bills and forced us against our will to spoil the children with elephant ears and snowcones.
Madison was rigid with excitement and greeted every single new ride by screaming and dashing off to get in line. I’m sure her cheeks hurt from smiling by the end of the evening.
Noah is hitting this very difficult age (for him, for us) where everything is a disappointment. He loves the fair. He loves it so much that it was a failure because it couldn’t measure up to his memories. He was the same way about the 4th of July and I know Halloween and the holidays are going to break his heart, too.
Growing up is hard.
I feel bad for him. I remember when the world got disappointing for me and it was about this age when it started happening. I promised him that it gets better again as he adds new experiences to his life. And then of course once you’re an adult it gets new again because you’ve got nostalgia as a lens. (I didn’t tell him this part — who can wait to be grown up to have fun again? It’s too daunting.)
Some of the trouble for him is that he’s big enough for the big kid rides (although there aren’t as many there as little kid rides) but his cousin isn’t so he can either try to get an adult to come or he’s riding it alone, which isn’t nearly as much fun. Poor Frankie just stood sighing by the height requirements watching his older cousin fly — literally — to heights he can only dream about.
oh goodness, I so remember the feeling of it all falling to pot at that age, and then watching Ty go through it…unfortunately at a time when I was utterly disenchanted with my own present life. I’m afraid I wasn’t much use to him in terms of perspective. Poor guy.