June 4, 2021 – The nineteenth official Friday Night BeerBlog
I’m writing this first draft on Thursday and I honestly don’t know if I’ll get it out tomorrow night or not because we are going to a baby shower for some friends. I honestly haven’t been to a baby shower in a while. Back during a certain time, I was going to them all the time and before that it was wedding showers. A few years ago it was high school graduations, this year it’s college graduations and funerals of friends’ parents.
I’ve also had to say goodbye to a few friends from accident or disease, but not nearly the amount that my mother is losing these days. Hardly a week goes by that she isn’t losing someone and it is heartbreaking.
I’m just over 50 and I find myself right smack dab in the middle of all of life’s “happenings”. I have younger friends having babies. And I have friends whose children are getting married and having babies themselves. It’s such a strange phase of life to exist in, but exhilarating at the same time. Every time I’m on Facebook and see the grown kids of people I went to high school with it amazes me because high school was yesterday.
I am not a grandmother yet, but one of my closest high school friends has more than one. And she is younger than me. How is that possible? When and if my kids have kids, my mother and father will be great-grandparents. Great-grandparents are old and that doesn’t fit right. My parents aren’t ever going to be over 60. That is how I will see them forever. Well, that’s how I see them now even though they are both 78. On the other hand, I always saw my grandparents as being 78 and couldn’t imagine them younger than that.
Isn’t there a movie where time seems to all slide together creating weird gateways? If there isn’t, there should be. That’s where I feel that I am. I’m young, but old(er) all at the same time. I look at my friends getting ready to have their first child and I feel like that was yesterday for us, but a million years ago at the same time. I do know that I never want to be on that starting line again, but I do think I eventually will be ready for grandchildren.
But then I look at my children. These are the two whose butts I had to wipe until they learned how themselves. How can they make the decision to have and care for other humans? Mike and I have been married 25 years this year. How could 1996 have been twenty-five years ago. That just isn’t possible. I feel time bending. I just don’t have other words for it.
I’m going to have to investigate this phenomenon. But first, this baby shower. I wonder if it is one of those lasts. You know as you go through life, there are always lasts that take you onto the next phase. If that is the case, then I tell you now I’m going to enjoy it.
I guess you could say that I’m in the Wednesday of life. Wednesday, otherwise known as hump day. Like when you get over this hump, it’s all downhill. Boo. Mike Mike Mike Mike Mike Mike what day is it? It’s hump daaaaay!!! Wednesday is good. There’s lots of promise and time left in a week on a Wednesday. I’ll take Wednesday all day long. I’m not ready for life to slide on into Thursday just yet.
Deep thoughts on this Thursday. I hope I’m drinking a lot when I actually post this cause that’s what it needs.
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