I saw the above quote posted on Instagram yesterday and it stopped me in mid-scroll.
As I adjusted my readers on the end of my nose, leaned back in my chair, took a long swig of lukewarm black coffee, I groaned.
How ironic I thought, that we spend our entire childhood longing to be grown up, then once you’re there, you’re stuck.
For the next 70 years, you’re locked into a life of reliving glory stories and reciting “remember whens”.
Suddenly, that very era in life that you desperately wanted to outgrow, becomes the proverbial, best days of your life.
As I sat there vacantly staring at this quote, my mind mulled over a question. What memories will today’s kids have that they can nostalgically amble back to in their minds, to relive?
Today’s children are over adult-ed, over exposed, and over developed, all at a much earlier age. They can’t escape the wired or wireless world and even if they could, I don’t think they would. The life of Facebook, Snap Chat, Instagram, Twitter and more is their birthright, their childhood, the world into which they were born. It’s comfortable, connected, computer generated and all that most of them care to know.
My thoughts immediately surged towards a time that I spied a colleague’s daughter’s 5th grade school picture proudly positioned on his desk. I’ll be completely honest, I stopped, I stared and I shook my head, for much longer than I should have.
Sitting purposefully positioned by the school photographer, his little angel was leaning forward, staring deeply into the camera lens, with her lips pursed and pushed out. It looked as though she was puckering up for that BIG kiss, like the one your great aunt would serve up.
NOT THE DUCK LIPS…my mind screamed, she’s in 5th grade…
however yes, there they were loud, proud and pressed out in total Kardashian conduct. I wondered did my co-worker even notice?
This simple display seemed sad, to say the least, and I wondered what today’s kids or their kids will have childhood memories of?
What will they label as simpler times or the good old days?
Will they ever relive silly episodes with friends, ride bikes until dark or climb way out on a tree?
Will they ever remember grabbing a drink from a garden hose, splashing through a creek collecting frogs or chasing fireflies, on a warm summer night?
Or, will their next 70 years be memories of when they got their first tablet or cell phone, stole a car in Grand Thief Auto or of the hours they spent chatting with people around the world, on a device we first saw on the Jetson’s.
I guess you might say, that these are my wonder years. So I wonder and wonder but then I let it go… but only after I wonder if my parents wondered, the same about me.
It’s true you can never go back.