7 year old bliss

To be 7 again would be such bliss. It would mean believing in make believe again, and never second guessing that things would be OK. It would mean no responsibility just relying on Mommy and Daddy to take care of things. Learning how to read, do math, and grammar would be some of my hardest tasks instead of solving larger than life problems. I would go home and study hard for a spelling test instead of getting upset at the worlds injustices. The biggest fights I would have with friends would be over not returning my eraser.

Oh to be 7 again would mean I could shove my face with any food I wanted and never think about a gym. When someone spoke to me about a muffin top I would think of simply that, a muffin top, instead of the fat on my waist that doubled over the holidays. I would get excited about loosing teeth, and Santa coming, and not care when I spilled food all over my shirt. (Let alone stress about a stain) I would never worry about having food in my teeth or picking a wedgie in public as all my 7 year old friends would be doing it too. I would run everywhere feeling free as a bird, because walking would be something only a teacher made me do.

Oh to be 7 years old and like a boy. To have a crush would mean I could doodle a boys name on my spelling notebook or draw ninjas for him during playtime. I could give him the answers when he gets confused instead of worrying about if he has enough of an intellectual side for us to have a future together. I would frequently tell him we are best friends instead of playing hard to get. I could laugh and giggle with girlfriends, follow him around, and never once worry about if he had another girl on the sidelines.

Oh to be 7 years old and free of so many adult worries. How I crave to not have a care in the world and to have every problem fixed by a hug or a kiss. Oh to be 7, to have childlike innocence, to have the perspective of the world that my Kinders have.....how much easier life would be!