Where’s My Young Heather?

Many, many, many years ago I was the coolest babysitter ever to rock the neighborhood. I did everything, as if I lived in the house of the families I sat for, but not in a creepy way. I loved the kids. I loved my “job.” I washed, dried, folded and put away all the laundry. I did all the dishes. I dusted and vacuumed, organized the toys, and watered the plants. We never had the TV on, we were too busy playing outside or making up cool new games. I had so much energy and there was nothing left undone. I could never sit still. If something needed to be done, I simply could not ignore it.
And I didn’t even ignore the kids!

I sure was young and lively. Or ADHD. Or Both.

(side story: one time after babysitting really late – now I know the parent’s were partying, but then I thought they just stayed out so late cause they were grown-ups. I fell asleep on the couch at like 1a.m. and woke to the parent’s coming in the room. Suddenly I realized my braces had somehow gotten hooked to the couch. They stood there repeating my name, wondering why I wasn’t getting up, even though my eyes were open. So I had to try to explain this – “ant oove…stugh.” -They got a scissors, freed me, and we had a good laugh.)

Maybe I’m not so young and lively anymore. Maybe I can’t juggle everything as well as I did then. Maybe as ADHD grows up it gets harder to give it healthy outlets. Maybe I should start to realize my age might have something to do with my inability to “do it all.” I guess I never really thought about it before. It’s kind of a relief, taking some of the pressure off. I’m always so busy imagining myself so much younger than I actually am. No, I’m not that old, but in the sense of being super woman I guess I am!

All I really know is that I wish I had a young Heather in my neighborhood to sweep in here and rock my world! Hmmmm…

What if there is a hidden gem of a girl (or boy, I’m cool with boys, I probably couldn’t call him ‘young Heather,’ but that’s okay) hidden somewhere just blocks away from me? What if?!?

I’ve gotta go. I’m gonna go stand out in the front yard with a sign reading,