What would you do, if I sang outta tune… would you stand up and walk out on me?
This song is forever embedded in my long-term memory. Now Country Man’s. Is it not enough that he jolts me awake each Sunday morning blasting old country songs as he flips pancakes in his skivvies? I suppose not, since I am currently being serenaded with off-key, off-lyrical renditions of this old tune.
If you’re not sure what I am referring to, Netflix so kindly chose The Wonder Years as its newest instant streaming series. And we are oh-so-thankful. Because nothing says nostalgia like October and the The Wonder Years around here.
Nostalgia, indeed. It’s a mysterious yearning that is hard to describe, because it is as unique to each person as the person themself.
October autumn reminds me, like many, of Halloween. Of Goosebumps books and scary movies.
Of the cold chill while trick-or-treating up and down streets, secretly hoping to see that one crush as you wipe your frozen wet nose across the sleeve of your costume.
But nostalgia is a funny thing. It’s a mosaic representation of the past merging with present, a delight in the feeling of the momentary blast to the past, but a yearning for right now to never change. To never end.
Right now, you are the character in your very own masterpiece.
I look at my husband, playing the role of the strong and handsome one while singing old country songs, smiling wide and raising his eyebrows as he does his Jimmy Stewart impersonations that he knows will make me laugh, no matter what… Now ya see here, girl, ya see, life is a funny thing, and things have gotta change, ya see?
I look in the mirror and see a female character. She is very blessed, very happy with the crazy reflection. Very happy.
What I am feeling is, someday I will look back on these days as some of the most challenging but also the best there ever was.
These are our Wonder Years.