Just Another Monday
It used to be that birthdays were very special days. You woke up from your family's singing - unless your birthday was on a weekend, in which case you had already been awake for hours. You got tons of presents with your name on and got to chose dinner for the whole family that day. In school, your teacher made the whole class sing, and even though your face was lobster-red of embarrassment, it felt pretty good. You felt important. At once, you were a year older, a year wiser, and a year taller. If your birthday was in January, your were also older than most of your friends. And they were all jealous. Of you. Then, at night, your aunts called and asked how it felt to be so big. Your answer was "great." It felt great to be big.
It is not like that anymore.
It used to be that the first day of school after a long break was a very special day. Maybe you had gotten a new backpack; maybe a new set of unsharpened pencils; maybe a brand new pen case with Betty Boop, kitty cats, or ponies. Or maybe you hadn't. Still, the excitement was inevitable. You couldn't wait to be handed the new semester's school books and look through all the cool stuff you would soon learn, knowledge that up till then had been reserved for the older kids. You felt big and wise. Then you got to spend an hour making a pretty sign with your name. You folded a paper sheet three times and made a triangle. The space in the middle became a hiding place for small rocks, snails or lists of the cutest guys in your parallel class.
It's not like that anymore.
It is not much fun having a birthday nowadays. It doesn't feel great to get older anymore. It is not exciting starting school either. No one hands you the books, and no one gives a damn what your name is. Yesterday was my birthday and my first day in school. But moreover, it was just another Monday.
Aging takes the magic out of many things. It makes me wonder why kids are in such in hurry to grow up.
Lilla gumman! Förlåt jag missade din födelsedag! Jag har så mycket i huvudet just (du får veta allt över fikan!) så jag glömde helt! Lovar att du skall firas när vi ses! Hur har du det på fredag? Massor av grattiskramar!!
It´s true what you write. But there´s still stuff in life that give you that nice wonderfull feeling in the stomach and makes you feel like a kid again. It´s just not the same things as it was when you were little.
When you get to see a friend you haven´t seen in a long time, when you get to see Marty again the next time, when (if you keep in touch with the child inside you) you do crazy childish stuff, when you finally do something that changes your life after thinking about it for a long time and it turns out to be the right thing for you
Never let go of that child inside you. Together it and you will have a blast from time to time, believe me, I will never get older than 16 in my head ;-)
Grattis Åsa på din födelsedag två dagar för sent!
Ha ha så sant det du skrev, kännner igen mig precis.
Och vad är det när man är sjuk, förr fick jag alltid tidning, glass och medömkan nu får man bara avdrag från lönen.
Ha det bäst!
kram
Lilla gumman, Presenten är på väg. Men du har rätt, det är inte lika magiskt att vara vuxen.
