8 thoughts on “Hug Your Inner Child

  1. Gladys Botie

    I think I’m old downstairs and both young and old upstairs. Downstairs, my bones and innards are experiencing the wear and tear of aging. Upstairs, I am still often rambunctious and technology doesn’t frighten me. But the experiences of the years have most certainly affected my maturity — my mental attitudes –my sensitivity to life in a world gone mad. I’m glad I still remember how to love –my children — and the gift of life that allows me to enjoy what’s still worthwhile.

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    1. Robin Botie Post author

      Thanks, Mom. I’m always amazed at how you tackle technology. I wish I was as adventurous as you are when it comes to computers and programs. And yes, life is a gift, a really good one. Looking forward to catching you in Florida soon.

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  2. Lynne Taetzsch

    Robin, I love the way you remind us that we are “young and old.” Nothing stays the same. Looking at the sun on the snow today, and on the limbs of the trees, and then looking up at the blue sky, I felt young. After spending a day and a half trying to fix my computer–well, at least I’m still trying! 😉

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    1. Robin Botie Post author

      Oh, well fixing computers – you’re just asking for a spanking. Other than technology though, how many opportunities do we get to feel little, lost, and completely clueless? Thanks, Lynne.

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  3. Myra Kovary

    My elderly harp teacher, Edna Phillips, former Principal Harp of the Philadelphia Orchestra, used to tell me, “Myra, inside I feel like I’m 18 but the old Ford, she won’t go anymore.” Well, she quit playing the harp when she gave a performance that didn’t live up to her expectations of herself. Maybe she should’ve kept at it? Old harpists don’t die, they just keep on gigging! At least so says my composer, Laurie Conrad, who has been to the other side and back. What can I say? Hugging your inner child won’t do it. Play with her!!!! Or play with someone else’s inner child or outer child. Whatever. Play! Practice! And someday, you too may get to Carnegie Hall. Thinking of you so often, Robin.

    Love,
    Myra

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    1. Robin Botie Post author

      Hi Myra. I don’t know where you are these days but I hope you are well. And warm. And not sick with this blasted cold that’s going around. Playing with your inner child is certainly the way to think of this. Allowing yourself to play is definitely the key. Instead of grumbling in the cold, make snow angels. Or photograph the tire patterns in the driveway. How does anyone just give up the instrument they’ve been playing all their life?

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  4. Elaine Mansfield

    Fantastic photo, Robin. I walked Willow with her hip strap in the snow tonight. It will be -6 tomorrow night–not wind chill, but the actual temperature. Makes me feel old which I am. Then I get mad that my dog has screwy knees and costs so damned much money. I stomp around in drifts following my sniffing dog and praying for her to pee. “I don’t deserve this,” I yell at the wind. I feel like a kid.

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    1. Robin Botie Post author

      I love that, Elaine. I can just imagine you at there with Willow, all wrapped up, counting the minutes, watching the potty dance.yeah, windchill does not help me feel any younger, just more crotchety.

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