Friday, April 17, 2015
A Fresh Perspective
I have never been a huge fan of tweens and teens. Until tonight.
Don't get me wrong. I like some teenagers, and I like some tweens. As a matter of fact I have some of both, and I adore them. However, I have never been drawn to that age group. Give me pukey babies, temper tantrum throwing toddlers, or the goofy young elementary sect, and I am good. Anybody older than that, under the age of 18 or so, no thanks. I'll pass on the drama, and raging hormones. Normally.
Tonight I got to spend the evening with over a dozen young teens while they held a dinner for local veterans. Any veteran was welcome, from Afghanistan to WWII, and we had a phenomenal span. I watched as these young men and ladies sat with, spoke to, served, listened to, and cleaned up after the men and women who had proudly served our country. And they were excited to do it.
I watched my own son and daugher carefully plan what they would wear for the event, to look their best. I watched my daughter plan and execute making part of the dinner and a dessert. I saw students prepare art work to decorate the venue. I listened as my kids excitedly talked about the blankets they were making with their classmates as gifts for each veteran that attended. I watched as these middle school kiddos helped set up and tear down the venue, making it as nice as possible for their guests. I listened to the conversations in my van on the way to and from the dinner with the teen friend that carpooled with us. I watched as they served and showed love to the ones who served us. I saw individual young people who cared.
I saw this age group with new eyes, and I enjoyed them. What a great honor it was for me to simply watch them at work. They are a great group.