Today is my 15 year high school reunion. Yep, 15 years. But I'm not going. Just seems silly to put that much money and time, not to mention a rare opportunity with a baby sitter, to go to a reunion with people I really haven't seen in 15 years.
But don't think I haven't thought about it. Especially when a girlfriend (who's wedding I was in) called yesterday to confirm that I was attending with her. I guess her call made me realize that there were some pretty fabulous folks among the 800 that I grew up with that I wouldn't mind seeing.
What would I tell them I have done. Well, I went to college- but didn't finish (I'm okay with that).
I got married to a gentle, loving man who I don't really get to see all that much right now. It's just a season I suppose.
We have bought two houses.
We've vacationed in, and out (to the Bahamas- twice), of the country.
We've had 3 children- 3 absolutely wonderful children. And that is when our entire world changed. We became a mom and a dad- and suddenly the rest of everything faded away. I'm sure there have been accomplishments along the way, but now they (my little people) pretty well define who I am.
Which is good. I mean, I know instantly how to get gum out of carpet, I can remove ink from almost any surface, I can sew up teddy bears, stain treat ANY substance known to man, heck I even know a bit about patching drywall thanks to these folks. With Allyson, I learned how to peel a hot dog, with Emi I was taught that sleeping in 20 minute spurts for a whole year would NOT kill you, and Sam has taught me that you must always keep your eye on the ball.
And I learned that there is a whole different kind of love. Sure, I have a love for Dan, my family, hot fudge sundaes- but there is a new kind of love that you develope instantly when you birth a child.
So that is that- I very rarely wear unstained clothes, I will forever be on a mission to try and loose weight, I own a hair iron- but I don't take the time to use it, mascara is my idea of putting on my make up, and the ear rings I have on I have been wearing for better than a month.
Nothing reunion worthy.
'We're as bad as bad can be- we're the class of '93!'
3 comments:
Hi Mynde -- it's Mom:) I thought I'd share something I wrote around the same point in my life where you are......thinking "I hadn't done anything with my life compared to my more executive-like friends who had gone to college, developed careers, etc."
GOOD OLD MOMS
Who see the most extraordinary things in the most ordinary people....
Who say 'it'll be all right' and make you believe it......
Who have the tenacity of a bulldog in hanging onto all the old-fashioned moralities you abhor and 'everyone knows are obsolete'....
Who would rather 'fight than switch'....
Who tucks you in at night and wipes away your worries with a hand across your forehead....
Who makes you eat the most awful things....
Who yells for 'no reason'....
Who cries when you're not looking....
Who makes you finish what you start...
Who won't let you go along with the crowd....
Who replaced HER dreams with YOUR dreams and who realizes somewhat tiredly in her 40 - 50s that her only spot of glory will be your memory of her as 'Mother' and anonymity as an ancestor in your grandchildren's futures AND that perhaps this is the greatest success of all.........to give all, unselfishly, that which no amount of money can buy --- a Mother's Love.
Honey, you have it ALL -- not to worry!!!
Love ya.........
Good Lord...when did we get old? 15 years -- really? The next thing you'll be telling me is that we'll be 34 this year.
My Friend, When the kids are gone and you have grandkids & you are retired then you can go to reunions and talk about "The good old days" As we all know 15 years is just a blink of an eye in child bearng years.Who really needs to relive all of this http://www.inthe90s.com/generated/time1993.shtml
anyway.
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