When I was a kid I looked at the years 2000 and beyond as almost mystical. Would the world come to an end? Would we all be flying in hover-crafts? What would I see when I looked into the mirror?
Well, the world is still here, although I don’t know how the way humans abuse it.
Hover-crafts? Why do they always bring up personal flying machines? Texans can’t even drive in the rain, let’s not give them individual flight.
I looked in the mirror this morning and saw a combination of my father, my mother, and Jay Leno. Not quite the look I was thinking about at 10 years of age. I know the alternative to growing old sucks, so let’s just establish that right off the bat. But when did this happen to me?
The other day I was talking about being a fat girl, now growing old. I know it seems like I am self-absorbed, but I am a baby boomer. We have always been self-absorbed, why break stride now?
Baby boomers are people born between 1945-1964. Our favorite subjects tend to be ourselves and the past. So let us continue to talk about me for today.
A funny thing happens to a person after both parents have died. If you haven’t experienced this, get back with me when it happens. It is such an odd feeling. My father died when I was 14. My mother died in 2004 when she was 82 and I was 42. I became a 42 year old orphan. You may smile at that, but that is what I instantly felt like. I cannot imagine feeling that as a child. At 42 it felt like my heart had been ripped out of my chest.
Hey mom, watch me jump in the pool. Hey mom, did you see that homer? Hey mom, watch me graduate high school. Hey mom, I got accepted into law school! You don’t realize it, but you do a lot of things in life just to get your parents approval. When they are gone, you have to look inward and wonder why you do the things you do. You stand there after an accomplishment and wonder who to call.
I look in the mirror and see that I am up to bat next. The baby boomers are running the country right now. I am the same age as the President.
I know there have been countless books written by boomers on this very subject. I just don’t think any of them can fix the way I am feeling. The words on this blog render no solace to me.
We boomers just have to suck it up and deal. Our parents were the greatest generation, as labeled by Tom Brokaw. What will they write about us after we are gone?
Hey mom, there is no hover-craft in my garage…..and AARP just sent me an application!