Thursday, March 22, 2012

Born Just In The Nick Of Time

Once upon a time there was a little girl  born in the 70's. She grew up in the 80's. Became an adult in the 90's. Then turned into a wife and mother in the 2000's. Yes, hello, it's me!
I often hear people say they wish they had been born in a different era. Not me! I think I got the prime year of birth. The changes I have been able to witness are down right exciting!
At a young age, I got to experience the very first day ever of MTV. I remember waking up one morning, going out to the living room where my big brother was and turning on the tv. While flipping through channels, there it was. A music video was playing.  We had no idea what we were looking at but  our eyes were glued to the tv set and for good reason, we were experiencing history being made. Whether you think it's important or not, it was to us!
Fast forward to the 1990's when I first experienced the internet. I didn't understand it! I was baffled by the internet "chat rooms". I went to visit my friend at college one weekend. I went into the dorm room and one of my friends was on the computer "chatting" with someone. I couldn't wrap my mind around it! I just kept asking how she was doing this? Who are you talking to? Do you know them? If you don't know them, WHY are you talking to them? I was so confused! It took me so long to embrace the internet but I am finally there.
So you see, from the music, movies, pop culture, fashion, hairstyles, technology I have such a variety of memories spanning from then to now. I am lucky to have been born in the 70's!

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

Redbud

Although divorce created chaos and sadness in my childhood, there are still good memories that come to mind.

My parents lived an hour apart from each other and I only saw my Dad every 2 weeks.  Of course I loved my Mom but when you only see one parent 4 days per month, like my Dad and me, you cherish your time together like gold.

The ride home from my Dad's house after our short visit was dark and lonely for me, even in the daylight.  I would sit quietly in the car and dread saying goodbye.

But the trips TO his house for my bi weekly visit, well that is a whole other story. I was joyful!

My favorite game to play in the car as  a little girl was Redbud. It's a simple game he taught my brother and me to play during Spring. Such a small little thing to do, but to me it was huge. It represented peace.

All you do is spot a tree with bright red or pink blooms and yell "Redbud!"

I love the Springtime now and when I'm riding in the car with my kids I remember the feeling I had riding in the car with my Dad playing Redbud.

It's quite a simple memory and to some it means nothing. But to me.......... it means everything.