An ice cream truck just passed my house. As soon as I heard the familiar tune I was transported back to my days as a child living in the bay area. I remember being at the park on warm sunny days and hearing that jingle. I remember running to my mom begging her for a dollar so I could get ice cream. I would always get the same thing, an ice cream sandwich.
It's amazing how hearing a single jingle can bring back so many old memories. I just remember being a child and how easy it was, how carefree I could be. I miss that. Lately I feel like my life is super busy and I wish I could go back to the simple times of being a child. When my biggest worry was whether or not my shoes matched my dress, or that I got the best mat for story time. That the only time I was hurt was when I skinned my knee, but I knew that if mommy kissed it, that would make everything better. That my biggest problem was the answer to 2+2. But unfortunately my problems are more complicated and 2+2 doesn't always equal 4. That just because you do all the right things and you say all the right things doesn't mean you'll get it right. You learn that "mommy's kiss" can't make everything better. That sometimes you just have to clench your teeth, hold your head high and work through the pain because you know it'll be over eventually and you will be stronger for having overcome it. That in the end, you can be the bigger person, you can get it all right, and that, yes, in math class 2+2 always equals 4, but in life sometimes it doesn't, and you have to learn to adapt to that. To learn the ways of the world and grow into the best person you can be.
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