“Who’s this?” queried my daughter.
“Cyndi Lauper,” I responded. From the wireless Bose speaker in our living room, the carefree lyric emanated clearly, “Girls just wanna have fun!” Placing my hand on the banister, I purposefully turned the corner and headed up the stairs to grab an armload of laundry. Although I hadn’t looked back at my 8 year-old daughter’s face, I imagined it showing an expression of complete confusion – “Who’s Cyndi Lauper?” she probably wondered.
As I scooped up the laundry, another 80s song, “What a Feelin'” began to play on the Bose speaker. Suddenly I felt myself transported back to that time. The 1980s was the era I attended and graduated both high school and college. Images of sock hops, my 1968 Volkswagen Bug, my 18th birthday party flashed into my mind. Time used to pass so differently, I thought to myself. Songs like, “Girls Just Wanna Have Fun” used to sound like an important claim from a daughter to her father. Now I find that a year can pass and feel like the blink of an eye. What is it about growing older that makes the passage of time feel so baffling? Some have told me that perhaps it’s the lack of milestones associated with coming of age. Maybe that’s it.
Arms now filled with clothes needing to be washed, I carefully made my way back down the stairs. Life is good, I thought. But for a moment, I missed those days of ‘Girls just wanna have fun.’ ‘What a feelin” has taken on a new meaning now. But I suppose that is part of the journey…isn’t it?