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Can I have my childhood back?


There have been days,,, and nights also, when I have desperately craved for my childhood.. Why is it that when we are children, we look forward to growing up fast, and when we ‘GROW UP’, we want to go back to our childhood days? Funny! isn’t it?
I have been told by my parents and relatives that I was a pampered kid. I was the first grandchild in my mum’s house, my grandparents(maternal, i.e), doted on me, and my aunt and uncles fussed about everything -  from the clothes I was to wear, to the chocolates that I should eat…literally everything.
Two days before Jan 1st, 2010, when I was making a list of New Year resolutions, that’s something which I love to do every year,, though I don’t keep them or follow all of them ;) ..
I thought of doing something which I like this year..To list out something that I love doing, took me a long time.. You must be thinking, whats new? It sounds so clichéd, anyway..hmmm,, maybe you are right also, but the fact is, besides the strong likes and dislikes in food, people, actors, books etc.. I could hardly recollect, what I loved doing the most..
Few years ago, I had heard my mom say this, that after you have kids, you generally tend to forget what you like, because after child-birth, a mother’s life revolves around the kid, his sleep, his health, his shots, his diapers, booties, food, his fave foods, his cartoons all the time, his choice of places, child friendly environments,,etc…etc..
I shrugged off and said, “that will never happen with me”, few years later, am a mother to a soon- to- be 5  year old boy, and ironically find myself in the same situation. My son just tells me what he wants to eat in the afternoon right after he is done with his breakfast, (for which the demand came the previous night, by the way) , and dare I make something else and give him with a, “YOU HAVE TO EAT THIS” look, he will do anything but give in to my demands and threats..and that made me wonder, WOW!! Why did I GROW UP?
Did I not do the same thing? When I knew that I had lots of supporters, I smartly, threw a tantrum, and smiled wickedly at my poor Mom, when my grandma or aunt or uncle or my dad took my side.. Whoever said, ‘what goes around, comes around’ was absolutely right, and I hate that person, whoever it is..
There is a song in the movie, 3 Idiots – “Give me some sunshine,
                                                            Give me some Rain,
                                                            Give me another chance,
                                                            I wanna grow up once again“

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