Present over Perfect book club: embrace fun

Present over Perfect book club: Throwing Candy

I am a child of the 80’s and therefore I can sing every line of  the pop classic, Girls just wanna have fun. (Yes, pop tunes can be classics too!)

Yet while the words are indelibly printed in my memory, the notion of having fun has waned.

As the eldest child I have always taken responsibility, or been given it. I have done what was expected and been praised. ‘Give that job to Jodie, she will do it, she is responsible, she will get it done’.

And I would. And I did.

Then it became a part of my identity, a point of pride. That I was responsible.

Then I started to extend that responsibility and I felt responsible for the actions of others around me.

Then I had children, and oh my goodness, the weight of that responsibility: teaching them good manners; feeding them well; helping them interact with others; helping them with their education etc.

As I read the first essay of Part 6 on Throwing Candy, I identify, so strongly with Shauna’s reaction. I read the account of the mayhem in the water, and the guy throwing candy into the chaos, and I too, think, ‘How irresponsible’.

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And I understand that I, like Shauna, have moved from a person who threw candy; to a person who ‘threw candy at approved and sanctioned candy throwing time’; to a person where ‘it was never the right time to throw candy’; to ‘a person who made fun of candy throwers.’ I know internally I have echoed her words:

… please – who has time? What is this kindergarten? I’ve got a list, people …

And like Shauna’s realisation at the dock,  I want to put my head down and weep. Because I have lost my sense of fun. In fact my fun has been gone for so long, I am not even sure what is fun for me any more.

I don’t know how to find it again, or if I can.

But I do know that,

I don’t want to get to the end of my life and look back and realise that the best thing about me was I was organised

How tragic for my kids to look back on their childhood, and say ‘Mum was organised, but she wasn’t much fun’. How tragic for me.

So how do I start reclaiming my fun?

I am going to start with turning a certain Cindy Lauper song up loud, and dancing in my kitchen … with my kids.

Jodie

Book Club Discussion Question:

What are you missing out on because you are ‘busy being busy’? What changes do you need to make to get that back?

 

4 thoughts on “Present over Perfect book club: embrace fun

  1. Your post really resonates with me Jodie…always being the responsible one. I’m sure the last time I was any fun I was twenty something!! I’m so busy making sure the house is clean, the dishes are away and everything is in it’s place that my kids just want me to stop. I’m there cleaning up after them the minute I can (or making sure they don’t make too much mess).
    Upon reflection it seems like all my time is spent on the house rather than the kids…
    To get back I know I just have to let go but oh that’s hard!! I have to be ok with some mess and some dust maybe…!

    • I hear you Keryn! I think it is going to be a slow relearning actually.

      I did dance with my kids in the kitchen yesterday, and my daughter looked at me in shock “in the kitchen, is that okay mum?” … so a slow relearning for me and undoing all the limits I have placed on them.

      Praying you find little ways to inject moments of fun in your days xx

  2. Oh gosh, this is everything I have been sensing for this year, but have realised that when I read this book back in November, it must have birthed these thoughts.

    How cool is that? The legacy of words in a book.

    XXOO

    • I know, it’s taking me longer to get there, and there has had to be some breaking down of old ways of thinking too. Not fun, but I believe it’s worth it.

      xx

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