It’s that innocent time of life where you aren’t sure of what’s next and you really don’t care because you think you are invincible and have all the time of your life to live.
You think you know it all and you’ve got that teen attitude.
Remember all that?
Where you could sit at home and talk on your corded phone about the cute boy you met at the mall or the cute guy that you saw at the grocery store when you were with your mother grocery shopping as you snap your gum and roll around on your unmade bed and anticipate the future.
Then it all changes.
You have to become an adult. You go to college or you get a job. You get married and then pregnant or the other way around. You suddenly leave those snapping your gum days to balancing a toddler on your hip while cooking dinner. You are now cleaning a house, washing a lot of laundry and driving your kids to school.
You don’t anticipate your future anymore; you worry about your kid’s future. Puberty, dating, college, driving and everything else imaginable.
Hell, how about teething, potty training, nap time and just getting them to bed at night so you can sit on the couch and drink a glass of wine or two. You may even have the chance to watch something on TV that you want to watch instead of some Disney MOVIE for the millionth time unless you fall asleep and drool on yourself.
I just want to sit on my couch and not sit in a wet spot from someone leaving their cup on the couch or crumbs from crackers even though they aren’t supposed to be eating in the living room and I just want to sit on my couch without sitting on a toy.
Is that too much to ask?
I’m not sure this post is going but I think it went in all directions.
Today I am thankful for that cute cashier that reminds me of the anticipation we all had as teens thinking we could rule the world. He also reminds me that even though I am almost forty that I still have anticipation for my future with my family and friends. I am thankful.
I leave you with a quote from Grey’s Anatomy last week. It made me cry and you can change it to fit any situation.
Medial surgeons will see you and wilt in your shadow. Do not shrink to console them. Do not look for friends here – you will not find them. None of these people have the capacity to understand you – they never will. If you’re lucky, one day, when you’re old and shriveled like me, you’ll find a doctor with little regard to anything but their craft and you’ll train them like I trained you. Until then, read a good book. You have greatness in you, Yang. Don’t disappoint.
Remember we all have greatness in us.