7 Things I Miss About Being a Kid

I would give absolutely anything to be young and carefree again.  When I was younger, I definitely took being a kid for granted because I always wanted to be a grown up.  I always wanted to be a mom, have a job, be rich, live in a beautiful house on a horse farm with my husband and happy family.  (That’s literally how I envisioned my life to be.)  Looking back, I’m glad I had such crazy dreams and I’m glad that I had high hopes for my future, but I should have spent more time enjoying being a kid.  Now that I’m 32 I can’t go back in time, but watching my kids enjoy being kids I thought about 7 things that I miss about being a kid

Not Having Responsibilities

Maybe I was just incredibly spoiled by my mom, but the only responsibility I had was to clean my room and do my school work.  I never had to worry about how messy the house was, the dishes, cooking dinner, making sure the laundry was done, etc…


Not Having to Pay Bills

Ugh, I freaking hate bills so much and I’m sure you can relate.  I miss not having to pay for anything because my mom paid for everything for me.  Now that I’m an adult and have to, well, adult, paying bills and remembering to pay bills is the worst thing that I have to do every single month.  Can I please be a kid again?


Not Having to Work

Even though I wanted to work so badly when I was a kid, when it actually came down to working when I was 16 I wondered why I was so hyped up about it.  I hated going to a job every day, I hated having to answer to people and I hated the fact that I didn’t have any freedom.  Honestly, I’ve been working from home for 10 years and I love what I do, but I still whine about the fact that I have to sit down and do work sometimes. (Full disclosure!)

Having So Much Energy

To be completely honest, I don’t know what energy is anymore.  Every morning I wake up exhausted and wanting to go right back to bed.  Maybe it’s the way I’m eating, maybe I’m deficient in some vitamin or some shit, but I’m never energized.  That being said, I miss being a kid and being full of energy at all times of the day and night.  When I was a kid I was never tired, not even at night.  I could stay up for hours on end (and sometimes I did…don’t tell my mom!) and not be exhausted the next day, now if I try to stay up past 1 am I’m actually a walking zombie the next day.  No amount of caffeine could ever fix that.


Being Able to Eat Anything I Wanted

When I was a kid I could eat anything and everything and not gain weight.  I sure wish that was the case now…if I have one fast food meal my butt grows about twice the size.  I miss having a metabolism that actually worked so that I didn’t have to eat healthy and could binge all I want. (Don’t judge me)


Getting Presents

I mean, I still get presents now but I got the best presents when I was a kid.  I remember writing out birthday and Christmas lists (and because I was spoiled as shit) I used to get almost everything on those lists.  Getting a new toy was the absolute best…and so was playing with it for an hour before forgetting about it for a few years.  Now my mom gets me socks (Yes socks) and one good present per Holiday, which I am thankful for but I wish I would get a brand new Game Boy Color with the magnifying glass attachment as a present again.  That shit was DA BOMB!


My Grandparents

My grandparents were with me up until I was in my mid 20’s but the best times I had with my grandparents were when I was a kid.  My grandparents lived upstairs from us since my mom was a single mother, and they were the best friends a kid could ever have.  Whenever my mom would go out to a school event my Nana would play Barbies with me and trust me, she was the best at playing Barbies.  She would make me amazing cheese crepes when I came home for lunch from school and my grandfather would always drive me back after lunch was over.  My grandparents were just the most amazing people and I miss them every single day, but I miss playing with them when I was a kid the most.  At least I have those memories to take through the rest of my life with me.

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