Celebration Fridays are about celebrating life – the good, the bad, the inevitable.
It works on the rule of averages. If you only celebrate the good stuff, the big milestones, you will lead a life parched of celebration. Sure, there will be birthdays, with a real party for each advancing decade. The same with anniversaries. You can do Christmas once a year. But what about Tuesday? That rolls around every week.
In case you hadn’t caught on, I believe in celebrating. A lot. I think it’s because I still can’t quite believe that I get to be here, on this earth, living this great life, surrounded by all these amazing people. Forty eight years now and I still haven’t quite gotten used to it.
But even if I want to hang on to a particular moment, or a single person, I can’t, because time goes on.
And for most of us, that realization causes us to shake our heads sadly and to wish it were otherwise. A couple of times a year here, I think about it. The seasons change and I’m reminded again that time is moving on.
It’s been nearly three years since my mother died and, yes, there’s a huge part of me that wishes she were still here, that time could have stood still and allowed us to remain in each other’s company. But if I’d had my wish, then my niece and her lovely new husband would have been stuck dating forever, Alan and I would not be living in Stratford. There’s a whole raft of people I wouldn’t have had the chance to meet. And Mum wouldn’t have moved on to whatever new adventure you move onto when you die. It’s not fair to wish her back, to want to stop time.
We look at puppies and babies, tilt our heads to the side and think, “Oh, if only they could stay that way forever.” But the puppies and the babies? They want to grow! They want to take on the challenges of life, to learn and explore and do all the things that we take for granted in our quest to hold on to the moment.
Time moves on. We can’t hold it back. So we might as well celebrate it. We might as well get excited about today and tomorrow. About the grey hair and the changing leaves. And as we watch our older friends and family members get ready to face the ultimate challenge of this life on earth, well, yes, it does tug at our hearts. But isn’t that how you know that you’ve got one?