Tag: nostalgia

The Sweetest Time Capsule

Lately, I find myself in my “Swedish Death Cleaning” era. If you are unsure as to what this means, you can google it, but essentially I am cleaning out all the nooks and crannies of my home so that someday (hopefully many years from now) when I am no longer present, my dear daughters will have less to deal with.  I have lived in my home for 18 years and when we moved into it, I had a two-year-old and a six-year-old, so time for organizing was quite limited. I’ve slowly begun the process of analyzing what I own and whether or not I still value it in my life enough to take up real estate in my home and/or mind. 

The current project is clearing out the paper filing cabinet and taking the “sensitive” materials to be shredded. I own a shredder, but this is going to be next-level shredding as I clear out 30 years of old documents. By the way, did you know that UPS will take care of your shredding?  Well, they will for $2/pound….that’s SO worth it to me! 

Yesterday, I was cleaning out old income tax files from 1999/2000 and came across the paper calendar that I used in the year 2000.  I am not sure why I had stored it in the income tax folder, but I found it and it took me on a trip down memory lane. My oldest was 1 year old (she recently got married and celebrated her 25th birthday).  I chose to stay at home full-time when she was born, so I did not have many schedules to manage in 2000. I remember feeling a bit lost after having worked full-time for years, and the calendar helped me feel like I still had reasons to care about how I filled my time. I wrote my husband’s work schedule, important birthdays, pediatric appointments, and paydays, which were highly anticipated events of the month! I even made notes about extra expenses we would have to budget for at the beginning of the month. Some of the sweetest memories I came across were my daughter’s first steps on February 16, 2000, the first snowfall of 2000 in Memphis, TN on January 28, 2000, and the very first women’s ministry bible study I ever participated in at Bellevue Baptist Church in September of 2000. That date is special to me because it served as the beginning of my journey into reading and studying the Bible, which started transforming me and continues to do so to this very moment. 

Finding this calendar made me nostalgic and a bit emotional. I had forgotten how much I relied on moms’ groups/play dates to keep me sane as I learned how to be a mother to a precious, strong-willed little girl. It’s a good reminder that the things we worry about in the current moment will likely be forgotten in a few years. It also reminds me that God has been so faithful over all of these years, and what a gift it is to have had all of this time to watch my daughters grow into amazing adults with their own calendars to maintain. 

I know paper calendars are being replaced by digital, and in many ways, I am in full support of this. I love digital copies of just about everything! However, I will say that there is something so sweet about coming across this little time capsule with the ink smudges and crossed-out words, and even crayon marks created by my toddler’s little hands.  I will surely have great success weeding out many things in my home, but this little calendar may not make the cut of the Swedish Death Cleaning guidelines for elimination; For now, it brings me joy. 

School Dances in the 80’s versus the 2000’s – A Gen X homage to “Stairway to Heaven”

There are many differences between the world of junior high/high school dating  of the 80’s versus the 21st century. Some good, and some not so good, in this Gen X mom’s opinion. Let’s look at school dances:  When I was in junior high school, my friends and I could hardly wait for the few school dances planned each year, even though I was awkward and had no idea how to relate to boys.  I was a late bloomer and sheltered, compared to many of my cohorts, but I always hoped that would be the evening when my dreamy crush would finally notice me from across the gymnasium and realize I was the girl of his junior high dreams and he would ask me to dance (Cue the soundtrack to “Sixteen Candles”). This fantasy always ended with the boy becoming enchanted by my late-blooming, slightly dorky self, and then he would ask me to “go with him”, which was 1983 vernacular for dating.  Every school dance ended the same way back in those days….with the classic Led Zeppelin musical masterpiece entitled “Stairway to Heaven”. 

It was the perfect “last dance” song. At 8:01 minutes in length, it allowed you to be close to your dance partner for an extended time before saying goodnight, and it was the perfect blend of slow enough to “slow dance”, but Rock enough to be cool. While most school dances consisted of me hanging with my girls and whispering about the boys, I remember one in which a boy who I really liked finally asked me to dance during “Stairway to Heaven”.  Fantasy and Reality had finally collided, and I did not know what to do! My stomach felt butterflies. I could barely breathe as we stood in the dance floor in typical 80’s slow dance posture. Soon after, he asked me to “go with him”, which I enthusiastically accepted, but quickly responded with “please don’t call me at home”! I was mortified about my loving, but strict parents finding out I had a boyfriend. This relationship with my “first boyfriend” only lasted a few weeks. I was just not mature enough to handle the pressure of someone else needing something from me. I have never forgotten that young man, however. The thrill of those firsts never goes away. 

Flash forward to school dances in the 2000’s: Although I have personally never attended a school dance in the 21st century, I have two daughters who have, and from what they tell me, dances are a whole new world. In the 80’s we would have at least a few slow dances to choose from (“Open Arms by Journey, and the aforementioned “Stairway to Heaven”), interspersed with some Van Halen, Clash, Duran Duran and an old classic like “Louie,Louie”. I am told it is very rare to have a slow dance in today’s world of school dances. My girls tell me that most of the music played at your average public high school dances is Rap/Hip Hop, and the style of dancing would be your basic “grinding” or, as a reference for my other 80’s ladies, “Dirty Dancing” (someone please tell me I’m not the only one who watched that at the movie theatre more than once in 1987).  Apparently it is quite common  and widely accepted for girls to arrive without dates, and for boys to come up behind them and begin “grinding”. If a girl allows it, then it’s all good, but if she isn’t interested, she can say as much and walk away.  From what I hear, the days of a boy coming up to a girl and asking her to dance are over. Instead, they seem to sidle up behind the girl of their choice and let the grinding make the introductions. 

I know I am an old-fashioned romantic, but the thought of this interaction makes me a little sad. Yes, it’s just a school dance, but the human behavior geek in me believes it is a sign of the times we live in.  Culturally we have moved away from interpersonal communications of all types. Let’s take land lines for an example. I remember the days of calling a friend and speaking with their mom or dad when they answered the phone. I would actually have to have a polite conversation with them before I asked to speak to their daughter or son. Fast forward to 2020 and my daughters express anxiety every time they have to pick up the phone and actually speak to someone. I make them do it, but they hate me for it.  If we choose, we rarely have to even talk to anyone anymore. Sometimes even I consider this a positive change;I love to solve customer service issues via online chat rather than wait on eternal hold. However, communicating with cell phones and texting has morphed into apps like Snapchat that only require you to snap a photo of half your face and type a sentence or two. This is currently how young people begin the dance of dating. The irony is that when the younger generations do begin dating, they say they are “talking to someone”. But from what I can see, there isn’t much actual talking going on.  We don’t even have talk to people at the grocery check out line anymore, as we can now scan our own groceries, that we have selected while we shop with our ear phones in place, further isolating ourselves from the world around us.   I can’t help but wonder how this is affecting our interpersonal skills. What will this look like? How will couples of the future relate to each other? Will they even know how?  

So it brings me back to the “slow dance”. What was once a face-to-face interaction, which was both frightening and thrilling at the same time, has been replaced with a type of dancing which simulates intimacy but requires none. I can’t help but wonder if many of our interactions of this day and age are doing the same…simulating intimacy but requiring none.

As for me, I am doing my part to teach my high schooler. My husband and I drove her and a girlfriend to a dance last Spring, and played “Stairway to Heaven” for them during the car ride over. I reminisced about middle school dances, and they became bored about half way through the 8 minute song, but at least I tried.  On a brighter note, I hear that swing dancing is making a come-back on college campuses…maybe there is hope after all. 

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