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Reality Slap
By Marisa | February 7, 2008
Just a little while ago, I wished an online blogging buddy, Chad, a happy 30th birthday. I called him a “kid” since he’s so young. In fact, he’s just a year older than my oldest son. And it was that thought that just blew me away.
I have a son who will be 29 at the end of February. I remember being 29; I had three kids by then! At what point in my life did I start seeing 30 year olds as “kids” instead of the adults that they are? More important, how did I get this old????
I think sometimes I don’t see myself as this old because I kept having kids late into my 30s. I’ve got two teenagers and an eleven year old at home. If all my kids were grown and gone, my advancing years might not come as such a huge shock at moments like this. Or maybe reality would still slap me this hard.
Anyway. I’m getting old. I am old. I have a son who is a year younger than people (like Chad) who I consider adults. That means that my son - actually three of them - are really adults! Oh, wow. Wrapping my brain around this is giving me a headache.
I think I need a nap.
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Just remember, Marisa: Never trust anyone UNDER the age of thirty!
Weren’t we never supposed to trust anyone OVER the age of 30? I think I remember something about that….