This time of year means the season of graduation parties is among us. Every year I am awed by the numbers...of people having them, of pounds of food, of cakes being made, invites being given out...everything.
A few teachers and I were discussing this very phenomenon a couple of days in the lounge during lunch. One colleague wondered if parents would throw such elaborate shindigs for their child's college graduations. I have no data to support my hypothesis, but I would venture to answer that question with a 'probably not'.
Which is rather interesting, I think. College graduation seems much more monumental than high school, I think, and therefore, worth a larger celebration. However, for an eighteen-year-old, there is no greater highlight to their lives than graduating from high school.
Thoughts like these lead me to even more pensive ones, like: Is this part of the reason why I fear getting old? Because we as a society seem to prize and place value on youth? Now that I've graduated high school, college, am married, had all my babies...what else can I celebrate? What other milestones are there?
The self-help section of the bookstore tells me: Life. I'm supposed to find peace at this time of my life, and stability because I'm getting mature and wise. I'm supposed to worry less about things and more about people, and I'm supposed to become reflective and discover who I am on the inside. I know that it's not about getting what I want, it's wanting what I've got. I'm supposed to remember the idea of perspective and that things could be worse. There are a lot of books, magazine articles, websites, blogs, etc. that remind us that we don't need to envy the younger set...which makes me wonder why we're trying so hard to convince ourselves.
It's a process - I understand. I do think I'm getting there (to wisdom). But, I'm straddling that fine line, too, you know? One foot here, one foot there. I'm growing, and maturing, yes, but I'm also leaving things behind. I'm finding it a bit painful.