Tomorrow marks the end of an era for me; it’s the end of having any teenagers. My “little boy” is turning 20 years old and it seems preposterous to me! How did things move so quickly? I still vividly remember the day that all three of my kids went to school, and how I actually had a few hours of time to myself, on a consistent basis. Now, it seems like I blinked… and I have months of time to myself, on a consistent basis.
The really strange and ridiculous part of having kids in their 20′s is that I still feel like I am in my 20′s. I do! And realizing that my kids are all in their 20′s feels like a bit of a reality check.
I really don’t see myself as much different than I was 30 years ago. Of course I look a little (OK, maybe a lot!) different, but mentally I feel pretty much the same. I still feel young and I still feel optimistic and excited for what lies ahead and I still feel… pretty cool!
What’s interesting is that someone close to my age would probably enthusiastically support my feelings, saying something like. “Linda, you ARE young and you SHOULD feel excited about the future and you are EXTREMELY cool!. (What are you laughing at?) But someone in their 20′s, maybe even 30′s would probably call me “old,” or “boring” and maybe even “uncool.”
Is our opinion or perception of someone influenced by the number of years they have lived compared to how many we have lived? Is older wiser? Is younger cooler? Does everyone stop aging mentally when they hit their twenties? How old do you feel?
HAPPY BIRTHDAY JACK RYAN!!!
So glad I got a boy!
