Tuesday, August 6, 2013
Simple and Good
When I was kid I loved PJ days. Those days when mum took things slowly, allowing us to watch a little extra T.V and pausing to read us stories at any old time. She would tinker around in her timber laminate kitchen preparing baked treats and Vegemite sambos at lunch time. Her trackies had elastic at the ankles and her favourite cardigan was an over sized cobolt blue number, complete with dinner plate sized buttons down the front. It was a little bit pilled and oh so snuggley.
Afternoons would be spent in the back yard with Tilly, the boxer dog and the ocean breeze. My brother and I were besties and were left longing for nothing. In my memory, everyday was a fresh Spring morning and every tree was heavy with Wattle blossoms, such is the beauty of childhood.
The richness of my early years was in its simplicity. I remember being at home a lot. Playing the the yard surrounded not by 'things' but by my brother, a timber paling fence and a blue trampoline sans protection mats and safety mesh.
At about 3pm today I looked around to see my kids still in their PJ's. Zeph was sporting some hand-me-down 'Bat Man' flannels (thanks Eli) while Pip was covered in dirt and her big brothers Octanaut jammies.
Earlier in the the day we crafted, baked, watched tellie, jumped on the trampoline and collected the eggs.
The sun was shining, the breeze warm and the Magnolia in bloom. As the day drew to a close I was filled with a huge hope - a hope that maybe, just maybe, I'm providing a childhood for my kids that was as blessed as my own.
That maybe, one day, they will look back and remember me standing in the kitchen buttering their bread and baking them treats. That they will lovingly mock my laminate bench tops and my pilled over sized cardis. That they will be grateful for my rotund frame that grew them and hugged them.
I hope that one day, they will stand under a fresh Spring sky and deeply know that their childhood was simple and good.
Do you indulge in the odd PJ day with your young ones? Do you remember them from your own childhood?