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Being Ten Again

I discovered when I return home to visit my Mother for an extended time that I revert to my ten-year old self. In the past week I have gotten accustomed to my Mother making my coffee, baking my favorite treats, and the biggest perk is a late night trip to the dairy bar for ice cream with sprinkles.

I also enjoy my quiet time and  relish my morning walks. It was on my last walk I returned home over an hour late and was reminded as I entered the house.

“Where were you?”

“I was on my walk.”

“You were supposed to be back over an hour ago!”

“Well! I took the back trail of the cove and forgot how long it would take me.”

“Don’t you realize there are bears on that trail?”

“Yes! Yes! I do! But luckily for me I didn’t see one!”

“Well! You should know better next time!”

“I do know better!”

I then stomp off  red-faced with my coffee and hop into the shower to cool off.

It is at that moment I revert from being a calm adult to an exasperated ten-year being told what to do, where I should go, and what time I am expected to be home. At those moments I take a deep breath realizing parents will always worry about their children regardless of age. It’s just a fact of life that I will always be her ten-year old kid!

Do your parents ever make you feel like you are ten?

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Darcie Cameron is a RYT 200 who believes Yoga is a gift that is accessible to everyone with proper modifications, a patient smile and just taking the time to breathe. One of the greatest presents you will ever unwrap is when you connect your mind, body and spirit in perfect sync with your own breath. Connect with Darcie on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/darciecameronlovesyoga

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  1. So true, and I’m glad you weren’t bear food. 🙂

    This is often a source of friction between parent and child, and some struggle always trying to prove themselves worthy of recognition as an adult, while parent sometimes looks at life through the past. I’d love to have my children lamenting this problem.

    1. I am too! I have been through that trail a gazillion times in my youth and never once saw a bear 🙂

      I think there will always be that friction but I know it comes from love. So I just roll with because she is her own force of nature 😉

  2. Our parents never really allow us to fully grow up in their heads and I think they always have this picture of us with skinned knees or a dirty face. Whilst I’ll happily chat to my mom about life, love and everything, she will still quite happily tell me that I don’t like something in coffee house or to put my coat on. As I get older i’ve made my piece with this. I usually give her a hug now, as at least somewhere in this old world I am still young and full of possibilities.

    1. It’s so true! Isn’t it wonderful to go back in time and feel the world at your feet. The best thing we can do is give them a hug and let them do their thing! The best part is we don’t have to take their advice 😉

  3. As my mother aged, her tendency to see me as a child increased. And sometimes, her behavior would be more childish than mine. It happens.

    One thing I always found helpful was telling myself – inside my head, mind you! – “I’m the adult in this room!” It helped me to remember that no, I wasn’t ten years old, and yes, I needed to be the grownup no matter what my mother thought!

  4. Enjoy those mother-daughter moments because the “mother” part of them goes away too quickly. I crave feeling 10 again with my Mom.

  5. Belle,
    Happy to see you writing again! I don’t know if my parents make me feel as if I was ten again, simply because I don’t think I ever outgrown being 10…
    Le Clown

  6. Yes, yes they do. And I think the older I get, the more I realize that it will never change. They will always feel that they need to protect us and give us “advice” on what we should be doing or not doing (like walking in areas where there are bears…) despite our grown-up brains that know what’s what. 🙂

  7. What a great post and my first thought after reading it was, what goes out, comes right back around…eventually. You are so right, no matter how old we are, to a parent we are always the little ones they remember us to be–it’s sweet and I want to cherish those moments.
    Cute photo of you…:)

  8. I recognize that feeling. My parents don’t live in the house I grew up in anymore. But my kids revert to their 10 year old self easily. It takes practice to reframe it.

  9. They do, Belle; the confusing thing is that they are getting older and there are many things about which I must nag them. The tables are turned. yes I always feel bad doing it. Hmmm.

  10. That does ring a bell. It is always amazing to me, as well that your elder brother or sister is always older and therefore knows more, even when you are in your fifties. How weird is that

  11. Ha ha, this article gives me giggles. It is so true and I am glad I am not the only one who had parents like that.

  12. This made me giggle and I can so relate! I took a trip to Paris this past winter with my parents. For various reasons, my husband and kids couldn’t join us, so I got a lot of mommy, daddy and kid (almost 40 yr old kid) time. Wow. The only thing that didn’t happen was their deciding to ground me. Beyond that it was so back to the past! Love this post. Thanks for the smile. 😉

  13. Bear food is bad. Very bad! When I read posts like this I grow envious of people that still have their parents. Mine were lost to me a long time ago, long before they passed away. It still warms my heart to read it, even if I’m a bit jealous. I can only imagine what it would be like to have someone still be concerned that I’m walking alone.

    1. I am very fortunate to have the parents that I did have and as much as I poke fun at my Mother I do appreciate everything that she has done for us. It is never easy to lose a parent and I can only imagine what it is like to lose both at such an early age. *hugs*

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