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RE: A different kind of nostalgia!
I don't think too often about earlier times. When I do, it tends not to be nostalgic, but proud. Sometimes with amusement (how daft we were... ;-)) or relief (it's over!)
I largely enjoyed the childhood of my gang of four. I spent every single day of it trying to make them independent and self-sufficient. And I succeeded. So why look back sadly...?
I've noticed with many parents that the more emotionally and physically distant the children become, the more melancholy moments and glances into the past increase. This detachment hurts the parents more than the kids themselves.
Hmmm... When you say it like that, why is nostalgia really such a bad thing? It's good to reminisce about the past, especially when you do it with a sense of cherished memories. Okay, I admit I got carried away, because that's how it feels—the time slipping through your fingers. Some events from your childhood, that beautiful era, stay etched in your mind forever. They remind you of the simplicity of life, the innocence you once had, and the pure joy of little things. It's like revisiting a part of yourself that you thought was long forgotten, and in those moments, you feel alive in a way that's hard to explain.
Yes, "hard to explain." That's the problem... I think my words/post came across as something I wouldn't want to dwell on. But it's really not like that. The past was very much mine/ours, just as the present is. And I own both of them—sometimes with pride, sometimes with thoughtfulness, and, of course, sometimes with longing...
Thank you heaps for taking out time and sharing your perspective on this. I hadn't thought about it like this. It's good to see things in a different light sometimes!