I wish I could be more like my kids.
I wish I could just say whatever I wanted like my son can. He has a thought, he’s going to tell you. He has an honesty that can be hurtful, yet useful. Sometimes, I wish I could more like that. I wish I could tell people when they hurt my feelings or when I need support. I wish my filter wasn’t so thick. I wish I could cry in front of others when I am sad. Social skills are wonderful things, but sometimes I wish mine didn’t come at my own expense. I wish I could be more like McCartney.
I wish I could follow my dreams without a second thought. I wish grown up thoughts of the future wouldn’t get me down or discourage me. I wish I could ignore the voices that tell me I can’t and only hear those that tell me I can. Most of all I wish I could make it rain on a sunny day, just because it sounds like fun. I wish I could be more like Ana.
I have decided that when I grow up all I really want to be is more like McCartney and Ana, so that is what I am going to be.