Sixteen, Going on Seventeen7:30 AM
Today is my birthday. My sixteenth birthday. In some ways, I've been waiting for sixteen all my life. It's the quintessential American teen age - cars, skinny jeans, freedom. I don't know what I'll look forward to after it, after I finish up being sixteen.
I feel old - sixteen years under my belt. I'm graduating in two years. I could be married in two years (as my packed hope chest professes). I feel obligated to share some profound thoughts on the passing of time, the responsibility of youth, the uncaging of freedom. I don't know what to say. Isn't that a wonder.
I do know one thing. Just as fifteen sneaked up on my unexpectedly and offered me chances I never imagined, I know sixteen will do the same - in bigger ways. And that's exciting...hugely so. So much that I feel a little overwhelmed at having to battle the stereotypes of teenagery while upholding a Big Sister Role Model type and trying to figure out just what I'm going to do with my life and my dreams. The one thing I hate about being teen-aged is the fact that you're accountable and not responsible. You have to be an adult and you're told to enjoy life as a kid because it ends fast.
So I turned to Christ this morning and dedicated this year to Him.
Don't worry; my birthday shan't end in despair. I like thinking about these sorts of things, as a person enjoys a good crossword puzzle or an ice cream cone. But now for a little Normal People fun. For my dear mother - after sixteen years of me, you deserve a good laugh. Sweet Anna, you said something about teenyboppers?