Thursday, 10 June 2010
Last weekend, I attended the high school graduation of someone very dear to me -- someone I have watched grow from a chubby little cherub to a poised and beautiful young woman. She was the first baby in my circle of friends, and thus I am experiencing -- for the first time -- that particular generational changing-of-the-guard.
It is true that the graduate's mother and I dominated the dance floor all night long, but even though there is much life in us yet (it is to be hoped), that freshness -- what used to be described as "bloom" -- will not come again. As pleased as I am for my young friend, I cannot help but feel a pang of envy for all of the choices and opportunities still open to her.
It's not that I regret the road I took, but I want the road-not-taken as well. Is it possible to be satisfied and grateful . . . and yet a little bit greedy, too?