Have you ever noticed there are quirky holidays for just about everything under the sun? If you’re looking for some reason to celebrate, you’re sure to find it. My family once tried to think of something outlandish that didn’t already have a commemorative day assigned to it, and we couldn’t do it. Every implausible idea we googled was already a thing!
National Make a Hat Day. Dogs in Politics Day. International Talk Like a Pirate Day. National Crush a Can Day. Those are all real calendar events. In fact, they are all in September, as is one of our family’s favorites, National Crème-Filled Donut Day. (That one’s today!)
Once a year is about as often as my husband and I can tolerate crème-filled donuts any more, but there was a time in our lives when those calorie-dense confections were standard fare.
Back in college, we both joined a gym and worked out together two or three times a week. And by “work out” I mean we spent about fifteen minutes lifting weights, five jogging on the treadmill, and the rest of our time sitting in the hot tub.
Then we’d change into dry clothes and drive across the street to Dunkin Donuts (conveniently located on the corner opposite the gym) where we’d split an even dozen — six for him and six for me. Chocolate éclairs, Boston crèmes, donuts filled with raspberry jelly or lemon curd and rolled in powdered sugar. Yum!
Not exactly a grueling workout, I know, but I still managed to lose 30 pounds on that plan (all the weight the dorm cafeteria had packed on during my short-and-studious-but-sedentary stay on campus). Moreover, after just one month of minimal weightlifting, my muscles felt as hard as rocks. Such is the metabolism of a twenty-something!
Fast forward thirty years, and now I can barely think of a crème-filled donut without gaining weight. If I knew then what I know now, I would have skipped the donuts for an all-fruit smoothie or maybe even a plate of raw veggies and hummus. Double-yum!
Why is it that we have such a hard time fully appreciating things (like toned muscles and high metabolisms) until they’re gone?
What we lack is perspective.
- If the toddler-mom could see through the eyes of an empty nester, perhaps she’d be less inclined to complain about childhood messes and sleepless nights.
- If the young wife could see through the eyes of a lonely widow, maybe her husband’s dirty socks on the floor would be less of an irritation.
- If the family in a starter home could see through the eyes of people who just lost everything to a hurricane, maybe they’d be more appreciative of their small closets and single bath.
- If the average American could spend a single week in a war-torn country under a truly oppressive regime — and live to tell about it! — perhaps we’d better understand just how blessed we are to live in the USA, even if our President is a little freehanded with his Twitter account.
Perspective is a marvelous thing. It can reveal so many reasons to celebrate, reasons that were right under our noses the whole time!
If only we could view life through the lens of age and experience, I think we’d all do a lot less complaining and a lot more rejoicing.
Who knows? We might even come up with a few new holidays that haven’t been thought of before. How about International Colic Doesn’t Last Forever Day? Or Dirty Sock Appreciation Day? Or Stand in Line for the Bathroom Day? Or even National Tweet Something Sweet Day.
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Adriana Carr says
As an almost empty nester mom of 4 , your article hit home . So true ! To go back to those toddler years would be so sweet!
Thank you for your wisdom and great perspective on life . I love your blog
Jennifer Flanders says
Ahhh, thanks, Adriana. Here’s to enjoying what time we have left before those last little birdies fledge and fly!
Colic doesn’t last forever IS a reason to celebrate ? And you are also right on how fast it goes! Our oldest, who had colic so incredibly bad, is 19 and in the Army now! I had totally forgotten he even had it until you mentioned the word, it seems so silly how “long” it seemed then. It felt like a lifetime & yet I totally forgot about it until now. Crazy.
Oh-and Happy National Collect Rocks day to you 😉
Jennifer Flanders says
Ha Ha! National Collect Rocks Day, huh? That’s a new one to me, although my kids have been doing a lot of that this summer. In our neck of the woods, it’s all the rage right now to paint, hide, hunt, and collect “art rocks.” Have you ever spotted any of those?
No we haven’t, but it sounds fun! We (yes me too..) love rocks. It’s silly, but even I am always picking them up to show them for their collections! So you paint them & hide them in public parks & woods for others to find you mean? Very Interesting! I wonder if the Metroparks and National Parks even care here…I should look into that-thanks for the cute idea 🙂
Oh-I did find one similar a while back, but was totally disappointed to see it was an advertisement for a local public school-boring! 🙂
Ellen Bayse says
In viewing my life through age and experience, I am one grateful 80 year old. Thank you for this thought provoking article.I am blessed!
Jennifer Flanders says
That is awesome, Ellen. My own mother will turn 80 next month. She’s gained a lot of wisdom in all those years, as well. Thanks for taking time to write.