“kids today!” We’ve all heard the phrase. usually said by a old man, stooped over his cane, his long grey beard rustling in the breeze. I’m not sure I have actually ever thought or said the phrase except maybe in jest. Kids were no more respectful when I was a kid or when my parents were children. Maybe they kept their disrespectful thoughts amongst their own kind, but they were certainly still there. I remember being in high school and thinking 30 was almost dead. Now I’m on the other side of 40 and 70 seems spry. Time is a funny thing that way.
Kids today, it got me thinking about kids from my day, which as much as it feels like marbles in my mouth to say it, are another generation. While the what of our lives may be very different, the who of being a teenager is the same. Me, an obnoxious, self haircut giving, vintage clothes shopping, combat boot wearing, loud music listening, parent tolerating, thinking I have it all figured out 15 year old. The goose, a strident, funky haircut getting, vintage clothes making, combat boot wearing, moderately loud music listening, parent tolerating, thinking she has it all figured out 14 year old.
so, to the group of 16 year olds who were heckling me last night as I played goalie, I get it. While in my head I believe that I am one of you. I realize that you see my 41 year old self. I get that you have youth on your side. Don’t feel badly that I easily outwitted you in a game of words while still managing to block a shot here and there. I would have outwitted you when I was 16 too. I may have given you the finger while I was wearing my gloves which looked more like a wave, that’s the experience of age too. Sometimes you can say “that’s nice” with an inferred “asshole” instead of a spoken one. You don’t have to respect this elder (that one hurt too) your youthful ignorance will dissipate with the understanding that time reveals.
That said, blowing raspberries is for babies.