So, my twenty year reunion was this past weekend. Here’s what I’ve learned about us. Seriously, we need to get out more. Maybe if we got together more than every 10 years we wouldn’t need to get so plastered! There were a lot of middle aged people (myself included) acting like teenagers, maybe there were some acting like adults, I was having too much fun to notice.
I have a 16 year old niece and a 12 year old son. I know some of what my sister in law is dealing with and have a fair idea of what’s coming down the road for me. I remember that every crush was the end of the world. My heart got broken into billions of pieces on a semi-regular basis; you never felt like someone liked you as much as you liked them. You felt like everyone was popular and had a boyfriend except you. I’m fairly certain God gave me identical twin girls as punishment for my husband for every evil thought he’s ever had about some poor sap’s twin daughters, and I’m sure I’ll have my hands full with them; they’ll be way more beautiful than I ever was. I know what I did as a teenager and I’m scared and excited for my kids to do the same things. I remember what Shawna and I were up to and I think I actually wish some of those things on my kids; only safer! I want my kids to have a fully rounded life and to relish the experiences that will make them who they will someday be. I want them to have all of those high school experiences; the good and the bad. I want them to meet their best friends, learn to know and trust themselves, and to make out with someone they really like outside of the movie theater on a starry night.
With a little distance from your dramatic, over emotional, angst ridden teenage self you can learn some things about you and about your classmates; the popular girl you were friends with (and didn’t understand why she wanted to hang out with you); she thought you were as cool as you thought she was. The guy you made out with and wondered why it never went anywhere? Well, he probably liked you and didn’t know what to do about it. The boy who teased you non-stop about your boobs seems like a stand up guy twenty years later (hi Nick). The girl that wouldn’t let you in her party seems like a perfectly nice woman who has the same problems with her three year old as you do with yours. Lots of people remember nice, funny things about you that you’ve forgotten and they don’t remember the crappy things that you still remember! A lot of us look the same and quite a few of us look better and then some people were just not even recognizable. The girls that used to bug me don’t seem so scary now and the boys I used to love just seem like guys I used to know! Twenty years is enough time to gain some perspective. Some parts of me feel really different, and of course, some things never change.