May 1, 2006


I'm sure you'll notice that today I am wise and more wrinkly and no longer in my twenties.

I remember being little and writing a letter to myself to open when I turned 30. I have no idea where that letter is, but I can remember feeling like I would be all grown up and concerned with grown up stuff. I suppose I'm partly there, but I don't feel much different today than I did all those years ago imagining this moment. I realize today that I want to be a wise woman and a little girl, too, just like Marylou (a great song by a great artist, check her out).

A little girl walked out one day and said woe is me
Things just aren't the way I thought they'd be
So please don't make me turn 30, don't make me turn 16
If the rest of life is anything like what I've seen

Cause I know that I'm a goner and I know it won't be long
Cause I see on every billboard they tell me I'm all wrong
They say you're taking too much time girl, you take up too much space
You better stake yourself a claim before you lose that face

But I see you and you're different and to me you look so free,
You live your life the way you think it ought to be
And your body's not a prison or a weapon or a curse
You say "I'm gonna love each passing year for better or worse" for good or worse

When I grow up I want to be like you, marylou
When I grow up I want to be like you
I want to be a wise woman and a little girl too
When I grow up I want to be like marylou

The little girl said they tell me, "boys will be boys,
You gotta let them take the wheel and let them make the noise,
You gotta let them keep believing you're underneath their thumb
Cause they won't cause you so much trouble if you learn to play dumb."

But I see you and you're smiling, living on your own
Your paintbrush and your poems and you'll never be alone
You've got work to sustain you, you've got friends to hold your hands
You say "life is just as beautiful as I think I can stand"

When I grow up I want to be like you, marylou
When I grow up I want to be like you
I want to do the things that people just don't do
When I grow up I want to be like marylou

A little girl said well tell me, can this be,
Can the world be asking so much of me?
To give up my own body, my dreams and my name,
To give my hands to carrying the whole world's shame?

But you're not your father's keeper, you're not your mother's pain,
You're not your brother's anger or your sister's rain,
You're not your lover's chew toy and you're not the world's excuse,
You say "my life just got so beautiful the day I turned it loose"


If you'd like to help me celebrate, stop by The Saloon on Friday night and say ole! for old ladies and Cinco de Mayo.

2 comments:

nm said...

Happy birthday, and see you on Friday!

wharman said...

Thank you nm! I'm so excited that you're coming!