Random Musings

Two years old

Week 55 / Prompt 4 - If you could be any age again for a week, what would you choose and why?

I would be two. Two years old.

I would love to go back and stop having to worry about everything. At two, you seriously don't have ANY responsibilities. You can walk around playing with everything you can reach, and the only thing that gets said is "look what she did!" You aren't old enough to really get reprimanded for anything, instead they think you're smart for figuring something out. You don't have to do anything yourself. If you don't feel like feeding yourself, just wail and mom will do it for you. You don't even have to walk to the toilet - feel the urge, just let it out! I mean, the main thing your learning to do is talk legibly.  Hell...that's easy enough to focus on. So much less than we have to worry about these days!!

It also means I get to spend all my time with mom again. I know she's just two hours away (much better than the past 13 years when she was five hours away), but I work all day, and I can't just ask her to come spend all her time with me. I miss her, but I'm a grown up, and I don't get to be home doing crafts with her just whenever I want.  I miss those days when we could though. Seriously miss those days. (Granted, being two years old does not allow me to do crafts with mom, as I'm not cognizant enough to do crafts, but at least I could be with her more.)

But, the MAIN reason I want to be two years old again is because I would hope to change the one thing that defined my little one-year-old-self.  My little brother had been born a year before and was just now starting to learn to walk. And me, being the super sweet older sister, thought it would be hilarious to run by and push him over Every Single Time he stood up to try and walk. I single-handedly served to keep my brother from walking until he was much older than he should have been. I couldn't tell you what my two-year-old-brain was thinking at the time, only that I thought he shouldn't be allowed to walk. Jealousy, probably.  I have heard non-stop stories about that year in all my time growing up. We also blamed my brother's constant beating me up in ALL of the following years of our youth on his payback towards me for that one year of pushing him down.  hehe

Okay, so changing me so that I didn't push him down every time he tried to stand up probably wouldn't change much of anything at all. I'm sure my brother would probably still have beaten me up all the years following, in standard brother-sister habit. But.. at least I could try to be nicer to him.