Today, August 20, Sam turns 19. Speedy had been asking all day if the girls had texted, I said no. They’re not coming home this weekend. Sam has a class field trip later today and a final exam tomorrow, Sunday (nude drawing). Alex, still busy with her theater productions, will be home for a few hours on Sunday then we will go and pick up Sam so we can celebrate her birthday as a family.
Speedy is having a case of “OMG I’m old” syndrome. He misses the girls. So do I. So, at 10.30 last night, I had a suggestion. Why don’t we drive to Mom & Tina’s, buy a cake, then go to the girls’ condo to greet Sam? I was about to go upstairs to change my clothes when I remembered that it was Friday. Sam might be out with her friends especially since it was the eve of her birthday. So, I texted her to find out. And, sure enough, she was indeed out with friends. Why wouldn’t she be? She’s at that age and she’s enjoying her youth. As she should. Good for her.
Resigned to the fact that there was no good reason to drive all the way to the condo, Speedy and I had our own celebration.
We had beer. And fries.
Sounds like fare for boring old farts?
When I was Sam’s age and years afterward, I had my fill of enjoying my youth. Hell, I had my fill. So did Speedy. Although we didn’t know each other then, we were out having fun with our own circle of friends at the same time. Just as Sam is doing right now. It still makes us laugh to remember those times but we’re okay with just remembering them knowing that we didn’t squander our youth — at least, not in terms of having fun. There are times when I crave those endless string of party days but those are momentary things. That’s life. The carefree days of youth pass. So does youth itself.
Although I will forever be “addicted to fun”, age does have a way of making one realize that there are different dimensions of fun. It’s been fun raising our girls, it IS fun watching them grow still, it IS fun to see them unfold as they assert their identity more and more each day. I’ll never exchange motherhood for all the parties in the world.
As for Speedy and me alone in the house most days… It is fun. Like playing house, as Speedy says. Heck, I’ve had more false alarms over the past year than I had during the ten years previous to that. So, yes, we do have fun (insert naughty smile here).