Two decades ago, my world was a different place. Instead of shedding tears while binge-watching emotional dramas, I imagined myself in the bustling streets of New York alongside characters like Rachel and Monica. My Friday nights were spent babysitting, earning a meager $5 an hour, giving parents a much-needed break from the chaos of parenting. I sported a fanny pack that discreetly held my secret stash of Marlboro Lights, hoping my parents wouldn’t find out. The soundtrack of my teenage years was dominated by Alanis Morissette’s Jagged Little Pill, resonating deeply with my angst. Back then, I was a high school senior, blissfully unaware of the paths life would take me on.
Fast forward to today, and I find myself a mother of four, often feeling lost in the chaos of parenting. Just last weekend, I suddenly realized that my 20-year high school reunion was just hours away, and anxiety started to creep in. Having attended an all-girls Catholic high school in the ’90s, I was about to confront a room full of accomplished and stunning women, and I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of envy. I didn’t feel particularly successful, attractive, or ready to engage in superficial conversations that would suggest I had everything figured out. But since I had already paid my $60, I decided to go for it anyway.
As I approached the venue, a familiar knot formed in my stomach, reminiscent of my first day at school, entering a cafeteria filled with unfamiliar faces. But this time, I knew these women not just from high school, but on a deeply personal level. I was aware of their children, spouses, and even their pets. I knew their lunch preferences, their job changes, and the neighbor they couldn’t stand.
Thanks to social media, we managed to stay connected in ways that felt intimate yet distant. We celebrated each other’s joys and offered support during tough times. We shared laughter over silly kid moments and sorrow through heart-wrenching stories of loss. We exchanged memes, recipes, and inspirational quotes, all from afar. The reunion presented an opportunity to finally share hugs and laughter in person with those whose lives we’ve followed from a distance for so long. What once felt like a night of awkward reunions had evolved into a more comfortable gathering. I was relieved I didn’t let my social anxieties keep me away.
That evening, I discovered that as women nearing 40, we’ve accomplished remarkable things. Some of us are doctors, lawyers, CEOs, and others are simply mothers, daughters, and friends, fulfilling dreams we had as teenagers. We all started our journey at 14, sharing countless memories, including that one infamous party senior year when a surprise guest—a stripper—made an unforgettable appearance. Reflecting on our past, we chuckled at our teenage selves, with pimples, shaggy haircuts, and flannel shirts, compared to our current selves, navigating stretch marks, printed leggings, and bangs.
I felt grateful for the chance to reconnect and reminisce with women I hadn’t seen in ages. The thrill of seeing a friend walk through the door and being able to embrace her was exhilarating. There were no surprises about who had changed in appearance or career; we were already privy to each other’s lives through social media. Imagine discussing your friend’s leaking bladder and, despite not having seen her for two decades, recognizing her mischievous son who caused the trouble. It’s amazing!
My life is undeniably richer due to the relationships I’ve maintained through social media. Without these platforms, I likely would have lost touch with many of these women after graduation. While social media can’t replace the warmth of a phone call, a text, or a comforting hug, it offers a way to stay involved in the lives of others. Although nothing can compare to sharing frozen custard in a parking lot with your best friend after a reunion, social media certainly comes close.
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In summary, my 20-year high school reunion turned out to be a heartwarming experience, filled with nostalgia and laughter, reminding me of the bonds we share. It was a chance to celebrate our journeys together and appreciate how far we’ve come since our teenage years.