Monday, November 12, 2012

If only I could be a fairy princess again


There is nothing more magical and innocent than childhood. The time where anything is possible. Everything is good, because you have not yet learnt that there are 'bad' things. The world revolves around sleep, food, playtime, toys and cartoons (sounds very similar to how my cats live - minus the cartoons). You can be a princess, a unicorn, a ballerina or a fairy whenever you fancy (or a fireman or a policeman or whatever else boys want to be - I have no clue?). The world is full of whimsy, magic and imagination.

Imagine if we could carry this with us as we grow older, or better yet stay in this place forever. If we didn't ever have to get jobs and work, but instead could sit and play with playdough and lego all day. Or live in a castle made of cardboard. Do you know how much fun that would be? I do. It would be awesome.

The sad part about growing up is not losing our toys. I think the sad part is we lose our innocence and worse still we somehow along the way lose our imagination. Maybe we don't completely lose it, but we don't use it as often as we used to. Instead of spending many waking hours dreaming up a world where we are travelling across the ocean escaping pirates, our imaginary world is moved to the few hours when we are asleep. I for one only ever remember small parts of my dreams now and they have been replaced with much more practical scenarios rather than fantasy. I miss the fantasy. The world where everything is possible and there are no limitations.

One of the great things about being an Aunty and being at the age where all my friends are having kids is that you get to witness the fantasy land again. You can even be a part of it. I spent hours today hanging out (alright playing) with a 2 year old. This involved fairy wings, princess shoes (on her not me, that would just be weird), a wand, a doll house, a play kitchen, painting, books and a vegie garden. No wonder why kids need naps when they can fit that much into a few short hours. We read stories, had a ballerina show, drew lots of pictures and had a tea party. It was so much fun. Is it sad that I had fun?

I don't think our inner child ever goes away, it just gets suppressed. Mine is definitely still there. I watched Toy Story 3 the other night (by accident because it just came on the channel I was already watching) and I enjoyed it. I didn't make a conscious decision to watch it, but nonetheless I found myself sitting there watching for 2 hours. I was captivated by the fantasy and I think deep down we all believed our toys could actually talk.

Sometimes I think we need to escape to the imaginary world and find the joy in the simple, fun things again to remember what it used to be like when life was uncomplicated and magical.


Toni x

12 comments:

  1. It's why people like alcohol... it gives them an excuse to act like a child again. Sadly I do believe there are people in the world who want to be grown up and I personally like the challenge of turning them back into children again. In some ways children are more mature than adults for instance they're more accepting of each other (until they hit a certain age anyway). So I'm with you on liking to act like a child from both the imaginative, silly and accepting sense :-)

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  2. Honestly, I'm enjoying life outside of childhood. I work HARD to maintain my imagination and belief that there IS good in the world, if you try to find it.

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  3. I saw no reason to "grow up" as people put it, so I never stopped being a kid. I've worked very little in my life, just enough to get by, and the rest of the time have enjoyed my freedom and followed my whims.

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  4. I love spending time playing with my two boys, they have the greatest imaginations! Too bad as we grow up we lose so much of that :) I saw your post on blogaholic and following you on GFC now. I look forward to your future posts! You can find me at
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  5. Peter Pan was certainly onto something. Childhood is so much fun.

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  6. Beautiful. Let your inner child run free! I think it's so important, and one of the privileges of spending time with children...they force you to use your imaginations once more. You are so right - imagination doesn't go away, it's just a shame that become adult means you don't use it in the same way anymore. I think though that imagination is in everything we do, even as adults. We have to use imagination to imagine how the world moves round the sun, or we need to use imagination to work out how another person is thinking and feeling. Maybe too it's why we love entertainment like movies and books so much. It's fantasy! Thanks so much for linking up for #sunshinesundays xx

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  7. Lots of imagining constantly going on around here. I think it keeps you young :)

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  8. It's definitely sad that we lose our innocence, that we become desensitised to things so much that we turn off the good stuff too. If only there was a way to turn off the adult brain for a few hours and just let ourselves explore the world around us.

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  9. Great post, Toni. I am loving the fact that I am getting to use my imagination again with the help of my three year old. How lucky we are to see the world through the eyes of a child. It's an amazing place to be.

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  10. The boy next door is right into superheroes, he's 4.
    I do now know why Peter Pan didn't want to grow up, seeing the world through the imagination of my girls, it seems so much fun :)

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  11. A lovely Post Toni. You are right I think our imagination is always there most of us just do not get to use it creatively. That is the great thing about blogging and writing especially to a theme.

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