Birthdays, diplomas, penciled increments on the door jamb, even odometer rollovers. These are all measures of significance. Certain birthdays hold more meaning than others. You probably remember your 21st birthday more than your 20th. Graduating from high school no doubt was more memorable than sixth. Finally marking off that coveted inch or two on the door frame meant the fulfillment of growth status. And who doesn’t thrill to see the odometer ceremoniously roll over to 100,000 miles?
Significance gets celebrated with cards, cupcakes, and hearty congratulations. Milestones are meaningful; they create memories, kinship, and bonding. I’m not much of a sentimentalist, and even my family jokes about my prickly practicableness, yet they don’t even know that some milestones in my life have more carryover than others.
- locks of hair from first haircuts
- florist cards
- child art
- check stubs
- fifth grade teacher praise
And now I have a new one:
This is my 200th blog post
(Well, I’m kinda excited about that…)