2013-05-24 / Columnists

Slice Of Life

By Beth Hanning

This week my older daughter, Marianne, is turning 20 years old. I keep repeating this over and over to myself, because this means I am OLD. I do not know when it happened, but it did. I should have seen it coming. Just this winter Marianne went to two concerts; I had never heard of the headliners: The Dirty Heads and some DJ guy. That is the new thing. You go to a concert and watch a guy “mix” music. Every time she asks me if I have heard of someone or some song, I think to myself, “I used to be cool, I listen to Z100, how come I do not know these artists?”

Of course, there were other signs, the generation gap is wider today than ever before. I should have realized it when she wanted to shop at Hollister and Abercrombie and Fitch. At first I tried to be the cool mom helping her pick out clothes. But when I kept on asking why it was so dark and why were the clothes so small, Marianne asked me to wait outside. So, I would wait outside and tell her to call me when she was ready. Then I would wait on line and ask the cashier, “Why is the music so loud? How do you work here all day?” The polite employees just smiled in response. The whole time my daughter looking at me like I was the most embarrassing mom ever. Thank goodness for internet shopping.

I think it is worse for my husband. At least I remember trying to roll up my skirt after leaving the house, but honestly men’s fashion has not really changed. Young guys really do not try to push the envelope like the young ladies do. Prom dresses get wilder and skimpier showing more skin and our gentlemen show up wearing khakis and a navy blazer. So, at least I feel a bit younger when I argue why the girls should be let out of the house in a certain outfit.

Of course there were physical signs of getting old that keep creeping up on me. The major one is my eyesight. I used to laugh at my grandmother while shopping when she would ask me how much everything cost. She was 60. I am 40 and cannot see anything. I asked Dr. Zwerling how bad my eyesight was and he asked me what I did for a living. When I told him I was a teacher he asked if I could see the kids. I told him yes and he said then I am fine.

My younger daughter just turned 15 and I can only imagine it will get worse.

*** On a very serious note, it was difficult to write this column this week while the devastation in Oklahoma was unfolding. Mother Nature has once again reared her damage. I hope they witness the generosity of our great country. I heard Team Rubicon is on the way. I am sure they will help the best they can like they did here in Rockaway. ***

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