Friday, December 21st, 2007 • 2 Comments on Wisdom of My Years
School is out for winter break. How do I know? The influx of chatty teenagers at my local Starbucks. They are so darn cute to watch—trying to be so very cool in a just-like-everybody-else kind of way. I watch them while they ignore me. I could be their mother—the fact still startles me sometimes—so I hold no interest for them. I listen to their conversations—hard not to do when they seem intent on talking over each other—and admire their “new” retro-80s outfits. I hear my friends and myself twenty-odd years ago. Time marches on, but some things are constant (and leg warmers still look dumb outside of a dance class). The teen years are tough years. Remember?
The ones who seem most self-conscious, most uncomfortable, most out-of-place—those are the ones I want to hug and say, “Don’t worry, it doesn’t last.” The ones who seem most cynical, most on top-of-the-world, most sure of themselves—those are the ones I want to hug and say, “I’m sorry. It won’t last.”