“Good Morning, Teenager,” I sang loudly, for the first time ever, “Happy Birthday, rise and shine!”
Today is my oldest child’s 13th birthday, but it’s also her first day back to school after Spring Break. It’s never easy to wake an adolescent, especially one who rang in her birthday with a little quality reading well into the midnight hour. Post vacation schedule, it could be a nightmare to get this child to rise and shine.
It’s her birthday; however, and she was eager to share this day with her friends, just the way she wanted it, looking just the way that she wanted to look.
Punk Rocker, 2009. This fashion statement called for Desperately Seeking Susan rubber bracelets, a wide animal print belt with flashes of neon, and super-skinny jeans that must be worn with a long shirt (for reasons that would embarrass my child if uttered aloud.)
I wasn’t thrilled with the clothes when she displayed them after a get-whatever-you-want shopping trip with her grandmother. However, I’ve been trying to pick my battles. In the greater scheme of things, where makeup is as prevalent as cell phone bling, these clothes aren’t too bad.
My little girl, who is now at least an inch taller than I, is not so little anymore. Sweet dresses, hair ornaments, and Mary Janes are gone forever.
But, she’s still a kid, wearing the clothes with an innocent playful heart, and a Duncan Butterfly yo-yo in her hand.
I think that some part of her would love another celebration like the Bug Happy Birthday Party of yesteryear.
In fact, packed into a sturdy Abercrombie shopping bag, she’s carrying a sugary sweet treat for her class, an assortment of cookies that she plans to dress as mini candy pizzas with condiments that include chocolate syrup, marshmallows, Twizzlers, and Air Heads.
She’s a teenager, a tall, beautiful woman-in-the-making; but, she is still a child who loves candy, toys, her dog, and her family.
I’ve kept a New York Times essay by Gina Bria, clipped from the newspaper way back when this child was on order from the baby factory, titled, “Celebrating Kinship With Family Rituals:”
Ceremonies and celebrations at births, weddings, reunions, and funerals are ‘how we change and remain constant from one stage of life to another.’ (Fulghum, Robert. From Beginning to End. Villard, 1995)
Bria tells us that rituals give families a common focus, bringing them together. And yet, they shouldn’t be held rigid. Our family traditions should shift and evolve just as we do.
When Kayla was a little girl, a big themed birthday party was a ritual that I orchestrated because I loved seeing the excited sparkle in her eyes. It was a time when family and friends joined to share the joy and exuberance of her existence.
We still share that joy, but a birthday party for a teenager is a completely different experience, and one that we may not even be able to fit into our busy schedule this year.
Instead, after her harp lesson, our family celebration will be a quiet dinner of take out Indian food, with a special order of somozas, chicken tika masala, and mango lassi just for Kayla.
Later, if our schedule permits, Kayla is hoping to also have a birthday party with friends that may include a Paint Ball War. Not so sweet, and not at all a family ritual.
It’s the teenage years, and I guess that I have to accept that family rituals just aren’t going to be the same anymore.
I think I’ll just hold close the image of a recent carefree Easter Sunday, when somehow through bribery and threats, I managed to “persuade” her to wear a skirt. And she was a happy child, flying a kite, not a single cranky, snarky teenage bone in sight.
Whatever. It’s my fantasy, and I’m holding tight.
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Written by Robert B. Sherman
With tuppence for paper and strings,
you can have your own set of wings.
With your feet on the ground,
you’re a bird in flight!
With your fist holding tight,
to the string of your kite!
Let’s go fly a kite
Up to the highest height
Let’s go fly a kite
And send it soaring
Up through the atmosphere
Up where the air is clear
Oh, let’s go fly a kite!
When you send it flying up there,
all at once your lighter than air!
You can dance on the breeze,
over ‘ouses and trees!
With your fist ‘olding tight,
to the string your kite!
Let’s go fly a kite
Up to the highest height
Let’s go fly a kite
And send it soaring
Up through the atmosphere
Up where the air is clear
Oh, let’s go fly a kite!
If that is the extent of her clothing rebellion, that’s not too bad. I tried far worse when I was a teenager (which was over 10 years ago – yipes!) I didn’t get away with it, granted, and in the long run, I’m thankful I wasn’t allowed to wear what I wanted. Looking at teenagers now, I just wonder where their parents are. Yours looks like she’s growing up just right though!
Kristi
Given what most of the teenagers around here wear, she looks great!
How wonderful to have a record of the birthday celebrations like that.
I hope she had a lovely day!
Gee, thanks! Now, she has ammunition for dressing this way. LOL! Actually, I’m grateful to have such a great kid, most of the time!
what a lovely, happy, confident-looking girl! my twins (one of each) turned 15 last week so are a little further along that path towards independence. scary times – for all of us – but thrilling too. happy birthday (belated) from us to kayla