I had a lovely lunch with my friend Gem and my goddaughters Bea and Sab the other day. (Thai again, but no, no shrimp this time. I’ve learned my lesson.) I’d really been looking forward to it because I hadn’t seen the girls in a while.
Okay FYI… they’re really not little girls at all, but that’s always how I picture them in my head.
And in spite of the fact that Facebook tries to remind me all the time that they’re all grown up now, I was still pretty shocked when I finally saw them.
WTH. When did THAT happen?
Anyway, after the initial flabbergasted discovery that they actually knew how to drive and all that (again, WTH. When did THAT happen?) it was pretty easy to fall into the usual conversations of girlfriends who lunch, regardless of any age.
It was pretty awesome. Talking to teenagers - especially about boys - is always such a trip.
As great as it is to be older and happily married, and not have as many questions and love problems and angst anymore, I kind of envy them the experiences they’re still about to encounter. Young love is just so exciting.
Meeting and crushing on someone new…
Agonizing about whether he feels the same way…
Over-analyzing every word that comes out of his mouth (and the tone in which he said it)…
Smiling to yourself at the weirdest times, reliving every thrilling encounter…
Sigh. Good times.
Also… some bad times…
Seriously… you gotta love the drama of the highs and lows of love at that age.
As you get older, life settles down a bit, and you realize that you eventually get over pretty much everything, so the lows are easy to laugh off. But the highs — well, those you should never really forget.
You might forget the boys themselves, and the reasons you liked them in the first place…
…but those feelings of hope and exhilaration, the joy of discovery and all the little things that made you smile and squee — those are keepers. So are the lessons you learn from every love of your life.
Every person you encounter in life — whether friend or “more than a friend” — has something to teach you. The people themselves may not stick around forever, but the lessons should. Even if the lessons were painful, be grateful. They’re part of the reason you’re the awesome person you are today. (Or they will be, someday. You’ll see.)
So don’t be bitter. Be BETTER.
And just remember the joy. :)