18 Mar The 53 Year Old Spring Break in Miami Beach
You know the old saying, “If you can’t beat ‘em…join ‘em.”
Here I am in Miami Beach: Spring Break 2016 with my 19 year old son. I got the invitation as a result of raising a smart, confident son. Smart because he knows I’ll pay the hotel bill and we won’t eat McDonald’s for dinner. Confident and self-assured enough to not be embarrassed by his mom. And me hoping there’s a little sentimentality in there because we don’t get to see each other enough since he left for college.
It is 6 am and the menopause thing has gotten in the way of a full night’s sleep. I have wandered outside with laptop and coffee in hand. A view of the beach, the promise of an imminent beautiful sunrise, above (literally) the refuse left overnight by tens of thousands of college-age spring break revelers.
I’m thinking…It’s good to be 53. In fact, here’s my list of
“Why it is Great To Be on Spring Break for a 53 Year Old.”
I am not the half-naked drunk girl sleeping on a lounge chair.
Hook-ups are thankfully no longer on my “sign of a wild night” list.
I gave up baby oil and an album cover wrapped in aluminum foil to use as a sun reflector. (I am not the only one who did that—right?)
I don’t need to look good in a bikini.
It’s hard to walk around all day with your stomach sucked in. Exhausting actually! And, note, I COULD look good in a bikini…I just don’t feel the NEED to.
I don’t have to go to ULTRA.
And I don’t feel left out. (It’s an all-day music festival to hear bands I can’t even pronounce the names of —yet alone know the lyrics.)
No more schlepping buckets of water.
Although I loved it, and with a nod to the families with young ones who did not get the memo that it was college spring break week…I no longer have to schlep pails of water across the beach hoping the sand castle doesn’t crumble or that a wave washes all the hard work away, and then spend the next hour consoling a heartbroken miniature architect. (I will be more patient as a grandmother!)
I know what makes me happy.
I am still young enough to BE a “cool mom” and old enough to not have to PROVE it.
Yay for adult children! I love that my college son knows who the new Supreme Court nominee will be. I’m grateful that my kids still want to “hang” with me! I love the easy flow of being together and then separating, he off to do “spring break stuff” with friends, me a chance to do…see #6.
Yay for the real “stuff” of 50…Lessons learned and lessons taught. I am most certain that once upon a time I was that crazy free spirited college girl on Spring Break. Thanks for the memories— I am just happy not to be her anymore—delighted in living these years to write my own rules now.
Wherever you are— happy Spring Break and let the March Madness roll on… loving it from my point of view.