In 1999 my girls were 9 and 11. Wait, what?
And now it's 2019 and I'm a long, long way from the every day parenting of tweens (although nobody was calling them that back then). The telling them to brush their teeth and don't forget your backpack and I'm picking you up after school because you have a piano lesson kind of everyday ordinary that's both exhausting and precious.
I glanced back through some pictures from that year and saw a family camping trip, Halloween costumes, and The Bay Bridge Walk.
I saw neighbors dressed in 70's wear for hubs big birthday.
I saw pink bathing suits in the summer sun and girl scouts at Antietam.
I saw blue eyes and innocence.
Blond hair and soft smiles.
The words to Baby Hit Me One More Time might have scrolled across my brain.
I might be singing it right now.
N'Sync or Backstreet Boys? How do you choose? We couldn't Google them back in the day, or maybe we could have at some point during that year, but mostly we didn't know what Google was. It was born in 1999.
I do know many a Friday night was spent at Blockbuster agonizing, debating, and compromising over which movie we would rent. "Are we old enough to watch Titanic?" NO! Raise your hand if you miss Friday nights at Blockbuster.
Raise your hand if ruled television viewing with an iron fist in 1999.
It was easier back then.
Everyone had their knickers in a knot over the looming technological disaster that would hit at the stroke of midnight all because the new decade would end in 000. We stashed cash. We bought bottled water. We filled our gas tanks. We had cans of cans of canned food and powdered milk. We went to bed singing along with Prince on New Year's Eve and woke up in the year 2000, everything still humming merrily along.
1999. One year in the life of a family. One year of mothering daughters who laughed easily and loved big. Daughters who made me want to be more like them.
We went to Disney World in November of 1999. Hubs had a work trip and we joined him after.
Time marches on y'all and thankfully so does fashion.
And little girls grow into women, and moms of once upon tweens become grandmothers who smile at the way they still laugh easy and love big. Still make me want to be more like them.
Oh Joyce, you once again touched my heart with this post. Your beautiful dauhters and being at Disney, where I go in one week with my daughter and grandchildren!
ReplyDeleteLife is so good!
Beautiful post... brought back lots of memories!
ReplyDeleteYou are such a good word artist! You just painted such a beautiful picture of your life in 1999. I had to giggle at Y2K... I still have a Y2K bug that sat on my computer for a long, long time! Ha!
ReplyDeleteYou have a good memory. Mine were 13, 11 and 9 in 1999. I remember it being a challenge lol
ReplyDeleteAwww I loved the look back! I need to catch up the last couple of years 😊
ReplyDeleteWow! What a look back. Beautiful post.
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