Kids, I hope you wear sunscreen.
Twelve years ago, I laughed my head off at that song.
My BFF and I at ’01 BHS Graduation
Eleven years ago, I penned practice speeches (that would never be spoken, we were a smart class…what can I say?) based off the lyrics and shed a few tears saying goodbye to my friends.
My “nerdy” Senior Photo
Ten years ago, that song and this one crushed me. It was time to say goodbye to the town that I had called home the longest in my life, good old Brookville. I was blessed to start and finish school there, and to be reunited with some amazing friends. I knew I had to move on, but moving on is never easy.
Me on my 1st day of senior year
Or is it? Guys? It is the class of 2001’s TEN YEAR REUNION! Today, Mr. Burgher and I will be traveling up 28 to see the people I graduated. There are a few people I have stayed in touch with, but not many. I am excited, I am nervous, I am ready.
And in the meantime, here are some of the life lessons I’ve learned along with “Everybody’s Free” (lyrics by Buz Luhrmann).
Me & My dad
But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and
recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before
you and how fabulous you really looked….You’re not as fat as you
20 years? Try 5. It just gets worse the further you get away from your youth. I remember feeling like a boat in high school. Oh mercy.
My friend Eric and I in the choir/band hallway.
Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts, don’t put up with
people who are reckless with yours.
Listen to that one. I am still healing, and probably will be for years to come, from a few reckless instances. Sure, they made my broken road to Mr. Burgher blessed, but I still wish I would have listened more to my heart and less to my head.
Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.
Don’t tell Mr. Burgher ::wink::, but I keep old love letters. The art of letter writing is not what it was 10 years ago…so a lot of our “love letters” are texts and e-mails from the 5 months we spent apart at the start of our relationship. I have notes from Wendy and other best friends through my life. Those make me feel good. Looking back at how I spent the little money I made from 2001-2006 would make me cry these days, so I glad I DID listen to this advice.
My parents and I at Senior Night (Band)
Get to know your parents, you never know when they’ll be gone for
good. Be nice to your siblings; they are the best link to your past and the
people most likely to stick with you in the future. Understand that friends come and go,but for the precious few you should hold on.
A and E, are you listening? Your Unca and I used to fight like cats and dogs growing up, but I am proud to say he is one of the best people I know today. Make friends, but don’t worry if you don’t stay in touch like you’d like. The precious few WILL hold on and be in your wedding (or atleast try if they aren’t 9 months preggers–sorry Missy!), share in your babies’ birthdays, and be there for you when you need them. Family? Family is everything. And you really never know when someone you love will be gone.
Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and
lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you
knew when you were young.
Were you listening when I last spoke? If not, go back and re-read the last comment.
Dance…even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room. Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them. Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly.
You might hear stories about my “Beachwagon” days and laugh, but Mama felt good about those days. Your Aunt Mallory and I danced the night away and had every right to. It felt good to dance and laugh and not necessarily follow “the directions”. We didn’t buy beauty magazines but sure rocked the Revolutions stage with intense inner beauty. Do it. And Ev? You better get your daddy’s gentlemanly ways and see women like your mama as beautiful gazelles out there. Got it?
Me with the Principal and Assistant Principal
Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it’s worth.
My dears…especially when you have children, everyone will dispense advice. Listen to this advice–recycle it. Do what feels right. Live with no regrets.
But trust me on the sunscreen…
Mama’s had sun poisoning and it’s not fun. While I have Pappy’s skin, I am still extra careful these days. It’s not fun! Just listen to this one.
In the last ten years, tons of things have happened to me. I moved away, went to school in the “big city” of Pittsburgh, got my Master’s then moved to Myrtle Beach. I taught, I found true love, had two babies, and found a career that I enjoy, working for a company I love. You never know where life is going to take you, and I can’t even guess what I’ll be able to say at the 20 year reunion. Can’t wait to find out.