While at the gym tonight with my friend, I had this sudden realization. It hit me like a ton of bricks out of nowhere! I am 28 years old and I have a lot of stories to tell! But how many of these stories will I want to tell my daughters as they grow up?
I remember one of my friends telling me how she did some "wild things" when she was younger. I think it involved donning a bikini and running around outside. I thought this was so beautiful! This "wild child" story of her youth was so innocent in my eyes. I couldn't bare to reply with the tale of when some friends and I striped naked and danced in a graveyard. A tale of running outside in a bikini, that is a story I could tell my daughters without feeling awkward. But to tell of times when nudity was no issue to me? No.
I look back now on so many things I have done before and while I chuckle on the inside, I would never want my daughters to repeat half of them.
I don't ever want to lie to my daughters about the things I have done or the person I once was but I don't know if I ever will feel comfortable being 100% honest with them about it all either. I fear the days when they come asking about my youth and finding the balance of being honest with them yet not divulging more then they NEED to know.
LOL My grandma told me in way too much detail about going out on back roads at night and hooking up with boys... back in the 1940's! Funny stories to hear them but a little TMI too!
ReplyDeleteImagining you dancing naked in a graveyard made me smile. I remember too when being naked in semi-public was no big deal.
Hey I remember a lot I cant imagine telling my children either, but I'm sure as the come of age and appropriate adulthood, mayhap telling them will not be of such an issue... Enjoying your blogs, you inspire me to start writing again.. Love you...
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