Recently, I posted one of my typical rants. In it, I may have argued that hordes of baby grownups had invaded my city with an eye to pushing me into middle age and irrelevance. It was of course tongue-in-cheek. At least kinda sorta.
And then, my life taught me a lesson, as it tends to do, when I bother to pay it the proper attention. For over the course of the next few weeks, our family met a series of utterly wonderful people in exactly the age range that had so irritated me earlier.
And meeting them reminded me how frequently my rants are wrong. (Note to readers: be careful about trusting anything you read on this blog. It can and will change.)
Today I am in the middle of editing and writing (launawrites, remember?) so I will keep this short, and just post some pictures of the younger-than-me people who have so graced our lives these last few weeks. I’ll let these images speak their thousands of words, and get back to work, hoping for a few hundred words of my own.
First, a photo of The Brooklyn Stars, led by the lovely and talented Chantel Mead. Chantel inspired this ragtag group of kids from our block to sing and dance all year long. You should have heard their poise on the number from The Sound of Music, and their sass on “Forget You.” Their shared endeavor had the a lovely amateur feel, but made the kids feel like professionals. Chantel, you’re the bomb.
Part of the joy of camp was watching my girls interact with adults other than DH and me. Amy, in particular, joyfully took Abigail under her wing one night for the sheer fun of playing. Since I tend to be deficient myself in the playfulness department, it was a thrill for me to see the girls so enjoy the other adults, who could really enjoy letting loose.
Thanks to Amy and to everyone else they met there who so clearly enjoyed being with them not as teachers or as parents, but just as people.
And last, but not least, thanks and kudos to these young women, who led a brand new venture withspirit and compassion, setting just the right tone for the rest of us.
Meeting people like these might just have cured me of my curmudgeon tendencies.