Some folks received flowers and candy today. Others enjoyed a romantic dinner or a movie. For Valentine’s Day, I had a flash back to the past. Yes, a flash back! Now we are talking a long way back.
There was a hand made Valentine”s holder pinned to the wall. It was stuffed with Valentines. As a matter of fact, it had more in it than all the other holders on the wall. Slowly, I removed the holder from the wall. I laid it gently on the table. Then I reached for the largest valentine in the folder. The envelope was bright red. The words, I love you were printed in bold on the front next to my name. With my small hands shaking, I slowly took the card out of the envelope, as others watched in anticipation.
I opened the card. It was signed, “Love, Johnnie.” My heart beat fast as I read the words. I looked up and it happened right there. Yes it did! Johnnie puckered up and laid the big one on my lips. It was wet and messy. The others started to giggle. Yep, that was my first kiss. The memory is as strong as if it just happened yesterday. It was kinder garden class. The giggles echoed from my friends. Johnnie’s two front teeth were missing and there he was with a dumb GRIN on his face. What a visual! I didn’t know whether to crawl under the class room table or cry.
Now I can look back and laugh about the silliness of being a child. There has been a few years since that episode happened. Many kisses have passed these baby boomer lips. That kiss was special, even though it did not feel like it at the time,because it was the FIRST. Now I am waiting for my last kiss. If his teeth are missing so be it. I say, “No matter what age you are pucker up and enjoy the moment!” These baby boomer lips are not ready to retire. 🙂
In all sincerity, I hope each of you had a wonderful Valentine’s Day. Do you remember your first kiss?
When my mother was age 62, I was about 22 years old. Mom had white hair and worn an apron over her dress. All her meals were made from scratch. She worked in the garden and canned vegetables for the winter. Mom relaxed at the end of a day under a shade tree in her favorite lawn chair. My parents did not have air conditioning and did not complain about that. She was poor but proud. She enjoyed the simple things in life until she passed on at age 70. Mom enjoyed small town living.
Now I am 62 and my oldest daughter is in her 40’s. Unlike my Mom, I am divorced and still working. My wardrobe consists of uniforms, jeans, tee shirts, sandals,shorts, and leisure outfits. There is no apron and my hair is bright RED. I only put on dresses for weddings and such. Most of my meals are fixed in the microwave. My air conditioning runs at top speed in my apartment. I DO complain if it does not work properly. The nearest shade tree that I can sit under is down the street at the city park. There is no garden to work in because my little concrete patio is outside my front door and gardening is not allowed here. The patio is big enough though for a potted plant.
Mom was so happy to see 62. Sixty two meant that she and my Dad could finally draw their social security and not have to worry about working outside the house. It even enabled them to be able to purchase their first little home. At 62, I have owned and sold five houses which are gone along with husbands. Social security does not mean security nor the ability to purchase a house. Mom wrote me letters each week and sent them by the United States Postal Service. In them she made many strong suggestions on how I should live my life in the big city. I don’t write letters to my daughters but do read about them on face book now and then. I don’t tell my kids how to live their lives because that would not go over well with them AT ALL.
At 4a.m. most mornings, my Mom was ready to get out of bed to fix a down home cooked breakfast. Since I work the night shift, 4a.m. is a time to stretch, rub my red eye balls, and dream about going to bed. Mom never drove a car. I drive one all night at work. I wonder what she would say about THAT.
Yes, being 62 today is a bit different than when my Mom was age 62. There are still some things that are the same. My mother loved her children and I do too. My mother appreciated the value system that her Mother taught her and I do too. My mother did what was necessary to live her life one day at a time and I do too. My mother had pride and I am grateful to say, “I do too!”