via Daily Prompt: Year
When I first looked at today’s daily prompt (on New Year’s Day), I thought this was a way to influence me to write about the new year. But, when I see the word “year” I think about so many that I wanted to write about more than the one that just ended or the one that is just beginning. So here’s what year really means to me.
Year: 1965 – I was born and the Ford Mustang was born. It’s always been my favorite car. I finally became an owner of a 1965 Ford Mustang on my 50th birthday when my husband bought it for me. It was a dark maroon colored convertible. It wasn’t in perfect shape, but it was in pretty darn good shape for its age. Just like me. It was totaled about a year later in a car accident – the guy behind us paying no attention to the brake lights and slammed into us at full speed. It was totaled but I was okay. Well, I was devastated, but not physically hurt. And now I’ve returned to my dreams of reuniting with another 1965 Ford Mustang. Some day.
Year: 1982 – I started dating a boy that I later married. My friend and I would talk and giggle about him in history class and then I found myself dating him. We graduated from high school together and I went away to college – not that far away, but away. We certainly had a few issues during those days, but we managed and after 6 years of dating we married. Which brings me to…
Year: 1988 – I got married to the love of my life! Back then, I was excited to have a big wedding, to share in all of the dreams that little girls grow up with. But, I wasn’t nearly as excited as I am now to still be with him. To still be in love with him. To be looking forward to many more years with him. We vowed to make each other’s dreams come true and day-by-day we embark on new adventures. We raised two lovely girls into kind and generous adults. We travel the country by Harley. We love to find new places to explore and new people to meet.
Year: 1975 – The Eagles released “Take it to the Limit” and I bought my first ever cassette tape. It was a time that music began to influence me. I was a dancer and fell in love with Billy Joel and Elton John (and, yes, many years later saw them perform live together). There wasn’t a song that Barry Manilow released that I didn’t love. And back then my two favorites – my first two concerts ever – Donny Osmond and Shaun Cassidy. Music continues to impact me daily with my latest adventure seeing the movie SING and wanting to sing along with it the whole way through.
Year: 1979 – We moved again. Just before starting high school. Back to a base I at least knew a few people. But did I mention it was just before starting high school? I was hateful. I was moody. I was mean and rotten. I resented that move even more than 2 1/2 years later when we moved during my junior year in high school. I survived, of course. But I spent a lot of time thinking about what I missed out on….I never got to be a cheerleader and I had to give up my boyfriend and I had to live on base again instead of out among the locals. It took me a while but I managed to write about it in my college application essay when I made the choice to go to school away from home.
Year: 1989 – I lived in a little town in Texas – Wichita Falls – while my husband attended technical school. I laid by the pool each day and then went shopping at the mall. It wasn’t a long time, but I was so relaxed and unburdened. Love my time there.
Years: 1991 & 1994 – These are the two years I brought my daughters into the world. It may be the best thing I’ve done with my life. No need to say more.
Year: 2002 – What a year! My grandmother died. Nani-the-Great was my heroine! She was my role model. She accepted every decision I made without judgement. She loved me unconditionally. I loved her and respected her and still miss her so much. I was so sad that she left us when she did because this was also the year I ran my first marathon – and yes, it was the Boston Marathon. Later I ran 4 more, but this one was the best. It was my best time in a marathon, but it was also best because it was the first. And there was another first this year. My husband and I traveled out of the country for the first time (other than many trips as a child into Canada). He took me to Aruba where we had such a blast. We met new friends and saw all there was to see. And even with a hurricane off the coast of Venezuela affecting our weather, we enjoyed every moment.
Year: 2001 – I have vague memories of the summer Elvis died and the moment the Space Shuttle burst into flames and even watching the news of Columbine, the worst school shooting ever, but nothing that impacted me as much as the terrorist attacks on September 11, 2001. I didn’t watch the news. I even laughed when the first plane hit the World Trade tower because I thought my secretary was kidding. I became very serious, very fast, when, as a high school counselor, we were suddenly placed in areas throughout the school to be there for teachers and students. I worked in a district with so many folks employed in the airline industry. We had scared students and crying teachers who could not take their eyes off of the TVs. I sat behind one of the TVs, not wanting to see any images, just listening to the newscasters. I pondered the discussions I would have later with my 2nd & 4th grade children. I wanted to be with my family – to hug them and love them. In the days to follow it was my daughters who led the way, not me. We lit candles and we said prayers and we practiced kindness and I grew into a better person.
I could continue like this forever because there is so much richness in every year. But instead I will embark on a new adventure in this new year. A year that is sure to bring newness and excitement and adventure with the love of my life!