So my son has this little group of friends – very cool teens, girls and boys, all smart and funny and college-bound and trying to change the world and at the same time hoping they don’t have to.
I often get a glimpse of their world when my son tells me stories at the dinner table. He’ll tell a conversation they had at the lake, or something someone said when they went to a dance after the football game, or something someone said on a date. One of the lines that has stuck with me – because I found it so sweet and so profound at the same time – was from one of his female friends (we’ll call her “Shelby”).
As my son and Shelby and a handful of their other friends were sitting around on a picnic table, contemplating their futures, she said that maybe she wasn’t so ready to grow up: “Because we’ll have to go grocery shopping … and then … buy forks and stuff,” she reasoned.
The comment cracked me up. Because it’s so true, really. When you’re young, the idea of standing in the aisle of the Oneida outlet store someday and buying forks seems so foreign.
I remember feeling this way about serving side dishes. I couldn’t quite imagine having the wherewithal – ever in my life – to know how or when to serve a side dish, or what to combine to create one. Like serving corn, for instance, with something like pimentos in it. My mom did it, but that seemed like such a mom thing to know. At 16, I remember thinking “I will never think to do that.”
That’s how Shelby’s “fork” comment struck me.
Do you remember feeling that way when you were a teenager? What was the thing you couldn’t imagine ever being grown up enough to do?