Recently my daughter has begun obsessing about her Bat Mitzvah and who will be invited and where the party will be.  My grandmother has been having health problems recently and Brooklyn’s focus has been on hoping that G.G. lives long enough to be at her Bat Mitzvah.  G.G. is 88 and Brooklyn just turned 6½.  While I want my Grandmother to live as long as possible and celebrate as many happy occasions and she can, the flip side of it is that I am not in any great rush for Brooklyn’s Bat Mitzvah.  It is still over 6 years away!  Of course, her intention is to ultimately reach the age of 19 and then stop growing—she thinks that 19 is the perfect age.  Boy does she have a lot to learn!

But it did remind me of a blog from November, 2009, long before I knew some of you.  After you read it, I think you will agree that at times we need to keep some perspective on our lives; if we lose sight of what makes life fun and enjoyable, it will pass before we even know it.  Just like Ferris Bueller said, “Life moves pretty fast.  If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.”

I won’t grow up,

I don’t want to wear a tie.

And a serious expression

In the middle of July.

And if it means I must prepare

To shoulder burdens with a worried air,

I’ll never grow up, never grow up, never grow up

Not ME…

Remember when we were young?  When we couldn’t wait to grow up?  Oh how cool it would be to never have to go to school again, to buy anything you want, and to stay up late on school nights…

And remember when our parents would ask, “Why are you in such a hurry to grow up?  Stay a kid for as long as possible.”  We would think that our parents were crazy!  How could they honestly tell us that having to go to school everyday was better than the freedom they had to go to movies on weekdays and watch The Tonight Show?  Who wants to do homework?!?!?!

Well, I was one of those kids who could not wait to be a grown-up.  And now, I have a 4 year old daughter who tells me that she can’t wait to grow up and all I can say is, “Why are you in such a hurry to grow up?  Stay a kid for as long as possible.”

So how do I combat being a grown up?  Do I allow myself to get bogged down in ring around the collar and soapscum, two things I had only heard of in commercials before I became a grown up?  (Remember when the only thing we knew about a mortgage was that if you needed one you were about to lose in Monopoly?)

Some of you know my strategy.  I stay young by going to rock concerts and screaming my lungs out.  I still play baseball once a week where I try to hit a ball coming at me at 80 miles per hour (except I have to squint to see the ball nowadays).  I still watch cartoons, although they certainly are not The Smurfs and The Snorks.  (Seriously, wasn’t The Snorks just The Smurfs under water?)  I still go to Dodger Games, even sometimes on weeknights, and get butterflies in my stomach when I set sight on that beautiful diamond, it never gets old.  And I still have dinner with my mom and dad at least one night a week.  Something about home cooking, even if it is delivered.

We talked before about seeing the forest through the trees.  To me, the trees represents being a grown up and all the things grown-ups have to do and be responsible for.  But the forest, that is the whole circle of life and I intend to have as much fun as I can while I am living it and not let being a grown-up become too much of a focus that I lose sight of the fun in life.   I will still be a responsible adult, but isn’t it ok to sometimes let my hair down, while I still have it?