no time is wasted

When I was 17

I found a place where I belonged

cambridge mass

harvard square

just outside the train station

the pit

Mohawks and nose rings

skateboards and suspenders

london in america

we looked angry and tough

we were really smushy and goofy

and happy and no one really knew

how soft we were inside

none of us judged each other

we were all different

which made us all the same

runaways and rich kids

gay and straight and virginal and unsure

and no one

cared

if I was a tomboy

blue haired

skateboarding girl

figuring myself out

My mother

hated it

all of it

the hair

the kids

the skateboarding

the tough look

the separateness of it all

the difference

for me

it was freedom

acceptance

a place to work it all out

When my son's 8th birthday

was approaching

this year

I asked him

what kind of cake he wanted

a hip hop dance party AND

A skateboard park cake

awesome I said

I happen to be an expert in that area

No time in life is wasted

if we use each moment to the fullest

as parents we must accept all our kids have to show us

our job is to help them get to the next place

they need to be, where thay want to go

it is their journey

and I just feel so blessed

that sometimes

our adventures and life lessons

intersect

peace

(Please note, that although my shirt looks preppy - those small white dots are actually skulls and I stole the shirt from my son - so all is still cool)