This morning I was walking past my sons bedroom,
and for a moment I thought,
“I’ll kill him”.
Let me explain.
As his exams are so close,
I have been known to occasionally tidy his bedroom.
In part to be nice to him,
but also for fear he contracts some awful disease,
and cannot sit his exams!
Well just two days after my tidying,
his bedroom was a sight,
no floor to be seen,
every drawer opened,
and in need of window opening if you get my drift!
As I was about to inwardly explode,
the phone rang.
It was my mum who very happily reminded me,
that he did not get this untidy trait from the water!
And so I began to remember.
Growing up I had dreamed of having a bedroom to myself.
For many years I shared with my three sisters.
However they eventually moved on,
and as a teenager my wish came true.
My own space to hang out.
My special room to sit in and not study!
My Mum helped me to kit it out beautifully,
and my Dad put up shelves and pictures.
It was a sight to behold.
I was so pleased and proud.
However within days I had it trashed.
drawers and wardrobe doors never closed,
and the bed left unmade.
Such was the state of my bedroom,
that once when I was fifteen,
we were burgled.
My parents were disgusted that I hadn’t noticed.
But drawers pulled out,
and clothes everywhere was nothing strange to me.
Moving on in time,
I have in my home the next generation.
They have ipods, computers and mobile phones.
Facebook and fake friends.
Their world is very different to the one I grew up in.
Yet are they different?
As I look around my house today,
Music of all sort blares,
I often hear a grunt instead of “Thank you”,
and my children all sleep in bedrooms that appear freshly burgled.
As I watch them study,
or get ready to go out to a party,
go to college,
or disagree with friends,
I see the self same joys, fears, hopes and dreams,
that I too once experienced.
I ponder today,
as I close the doors of their bedrooms,
that time changes everything,
and yet some things will always stay the same.
Some day soon they too will move on,
and hopefully produce the next generation.
I look forward to that day,
A day when I will be the mom on the end of the phone,
when I can point out that some things never change!