I’m starting my Birfday Thursday April celebration with my new friend Laurie. I met Laurie through another awesome friend you will get to meet next week. But, Laurie hates cancer too and was an awesome champion for us last summer when we enrolled over 250 folks in Northwest Arkansas in our Cancer Prevention Study-3. She is a cool mom, super creative, very giving and somewhere in the midst of all that seems to always have herself pulled together and her beautiful red curls tamed to perfection.
See Laurie write….about birthdays!
celebration up a few notches to celebrate my entrance into my teen years. In
addition to the standard cake and ice cream, I received a satchel packed with
gifts wrapped in tin-foil, and labeled with a tag that said “Teenage Survival
Kit”. The tin-foil hid Clearasil, a Seventeen magazine, and assorted other
accoutrements of girls in their teens (in the 70s). There was also a note with
instructions leading to a full-length mirror.
tell you, that full-length mirror was awesome! This was pre-cell phone,
pre-computer, pre-pretty-much-every-thing-13-year-olds-have-today. No
cell-phone cases or iTunes gift cards… no video games or mani-pedi treats. It
the time I was 15, I was pretending that
birthdays really didn’t matter. Silly
last fall, he asked for advice from me and my sister, and I told him about the
kit. But things are sooooooo different in 2013 compared with 1978. OMG. (For
one thing, no one spoke in acronyms.)
by one they were all deemed to be anti-climactic to a 13-year-old girl living
in today’s world. Clearasil has been replaced by Proactiv, and girls have been
caring for their faces since elementary school. My mom bought me my FIRST
MAKEUP for my 13th birthday. My niece, on the other hand, has been
wearing makeup since she was nine or ten. Next.
I received that copy for my birthday, Brooke Shields was on the cover, and
there was a fashion spread full of models wearing cute, age-appropriate
clothing while roller-skating. Today’s Seventeen is definitely more appropriate
for girls who are actually 17. Or 21. (And here is where I begin to feel like
an old lady.)
and, I hope, creative ideas for a 13-year-old of 2014. Probably, my sister did
a better job. Thinking about how times have changed definitely set me back on
my heels a bit. My sister wasn’t even born yet when I turned 13, so she
missed the late 70s. They were good years – apart from the unfortunate truth
that was naturally curly hair pre-Aussie Sprunch Spray. (Thank god it came
along in the next decade so I could have a relatively enjoyable early-20s.)
they elaborately celebrated. A nice dinner out, a movie that I get to pick, a
few cards from friends and family, and Country Living has replaced Seventeen
for my evening reading material… And that’s just fine with me. I chalk it up to
being old enough to appreciate the days as they come and to avoid spectacles.
Or maybe I don’t want to know what’s in the “Over the Hill Survival Kit”.