Romilly on the Grave Perils of Growing Old

IMG_5867Our sweet Romilly has an active imagination, a sensitive spirit and a very unique perspective on the world.  She laughs easily and cries easily, and she is definitely our most dramatic girl.

From when she was a tiny baby, she has always startled easily and been frightened by loud noises.  As she has become more aware of the world around her, her list of phobias has grown to include:

  • Vrooming cars.
  • Prickling branches.
  • Play areas with holes in them.
  • Anything with holes, come to think of it.
  • Moths. (They eat clothes, after all, what’s to stop them eating her too?)
  • Ants.
  • Spiders.
  • Fruit flies.
  • Okay, insects.
  • Getting pruny fingers.
  • Tunnels and other small spaces.
  • Slides and other high places.

And tonight, a new addition to the list:

  • Getting old.

Yes, that’s right.  My three-year-old is now very much afraid of old age.

It all started when Big Junie (of course this is a terrible name for her, she wants to be called Junie B to distinguish her from the baby, but it doesn’t seem to be catching on with the girls… anyway, *Aunt* Junie, my great aunt whom Junie is named after) came over on Friday.  One of the girls noticed something alarming about Big Junie’s ear (wrinkles or similar, I didn’t quite catch it) and asked why it was that way, to which Junie replied, “It’s because I’m getting old.”

Nothing more was said about it, but it apparently got Miss Ro’s wheels turning.

Tonight we dropped Trevor’s car off for its inspection.   It, too, is getting on in years.  So on the drive over, he thought it would be a good idea to prepare the girls for the possibility that we might not get it fixed this time and would therefore not be able to drive it anymore.  In hindsight, this was a very bad idea.

Both big girls were very distraught about this prospect, but Romilly got particularly upset, as is her wont.

On the way home, we had a converstaion that went something like this:

Ro (nearly in tears): But I’m afraid of getting old.

Daddy: But Ro, you’re only three, you won’t be getting old for a very long time.

Ro: But Junie is old.

Daddy:  Well, yes.

Ro: But I don’t want to get old.

Daddy: But you won’t, for a very, very long time.  Mommy and Daddy aren’t even old yet, and we’re a lot older than you.

Ro: But I don’t want to get old ever.  Why does everybody have to get old?

Mommy: That’s a good question.  God made us to live forever, but Adam and Eve sinned it messed everything up, so now people get old.

Ro: But I don’t want to get old.

Mommy: Well, Ro, what are you afraid is going to happen when you get old?

Ro: I will be pruny all over all the time!


It’s a legitimate concern, you’ve got to give her that.

4 thoughts on “Romilly on the Grave Perils of Growing Old

  1. Oh yes. I actually think that Ro and Bubba ought to stay far, far away from each other. Likely they would just egg on the irrational, imaginative thoughts! And if they happened to hit it off and get married … Lord help them and their brood. 🙂

  2. Oh, that was too cute. I love her reasoning for her serious concerns over growing old (being pruny ALL the time)…lol. Despite all her fears, she is such a sweet, cute girl. 🙂

  3. “But Romilly, you’ll never get old, because you’ll always be ‘Young’! HAR. HAR. *ahem* Well, until you get married, anyway.” Which will have the added bonus of holding off any boy problems for a while. At least until she outgrows the fear…

    Also, if she thinks pruniness is bad, she’s lucky she hasn’t found out about ear hair… Or is that just me?

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