"My granddaughter graduates high school tomorrow!"
"Well MY grandson graduates COLLEGE on Friday!"
"Well, my GREATgranddaughter..."
Then someone said, "Isn't it funny how the kids grow up so fast, yet we stay so young?"
It is pretty funny how that happens. haha.
Maybe it's hard for our kids to believe that we were once young, that we were teenagers. When I was around my kids' age, I only imagined my own parents as always being grown ups - the way I'd always known them. Sometimes I get so busy being a grownup that even I forget that we haven't always been here.
I've got Journey in my head today. They were a hot band when I was in high school. Today, Meego has a final in band, and he's playing Don't Stop Believing on the bass. Naturally he was practicing last night and the tune is majorly stuck, reminding me that I was once a kid.
|Frank and what's-her-face|
Still, some things remain the same. End of school year activities like prom and graduation ceremonies are seen as big deals, although their significance fades pretty quickly.
I hardly remember my senior prom, although I was a royal
But I remember our dresses and our parasols. Yes, we carried freaking parasols. Seems cornball now. Do prom royals carry parasols these days?
I remember Frank. He was my chosen non-king. We'd been friends all through growing up. He was one of my good friends' boyfriend. He gave me the obligatory coronation smooch, and the earth moved. He smelled good. He lingered a bit longer than necessary. I like to believe the earth moved for him too. We never spoke of the smooch moment. There was that boyfriend-of-my-good-friend thing... Oh yeah, I had a boyfriend too. But I don't remember much of the night after coronation.
Thanks to Frank.
Or probably someone spiked the punch again.
Blogging with Mama Kat again, for the prompt:
1. Throwback Thursday: Choose a photo from a previous May and write a poem or a blog post.