Saturday, August 13, 2011
The times are a'changing
It's happening that the mornings are cool, my 8 p.m. jog is no longer in broad daylight, four of my kids are about to go back to school, and my baby still at home is almost three years old. Sweet Heaven, what's happened to our youth?
When my older kids were born--boom, boom, boom--I thought it would be forever until my days were quiet, and now--boom, boom, boom--they're all school age--just like that. I'm buying pre-teen deodorant at the grocery store, and those interminable days I wished away when everyone was touching me and clawing for attention, seem appropriately, a decade ago. Mom's old news; there are friends to call.
I had a bundle of pictures developed from my online reservoirs, thinking it was only the past year I'd failed to document, but on their return, no, two years were gone in the time I'd allotted for one. And I don't feel a day older, until I see myself in a picture from years ago and think what a baby.
So where to from here? Go hear a rock band from the 80s and boogie-woogie with the grannies in caftans and faded tattoos, of course. My cousin and I gussied up to go hear Heart, an old favorite wailing band from heartsick nights of longing--and if you can't laugh at the spectacle of a stadium full of varicose romantics, still longing for wishes that were fulfilled years ago, you'd have to cry. The rockers keep trying to play a new song, but nobody wants to hear it.
And anyway, maybe nothing's over yet. No need to hurry myself into diapers, just because all my babies are out of them. I just can't imagine how it's going to go next.