something to honk about
I’ve reached an age, 34 years young, where there is now a whole decade’s worth of grown human beings who are younger than me. I’m still trying to wrap my head around the fact. It is a confusing time for me. There are people born in 1996 who are technically adults now. How can that be?
It’s a lot like when you were in grade school and you saw the kids at the local high school and they were so grown up, so big, and so cool. Then when you’re in college, high school students are kids to you. Perspective shift.
When the show the Real World first started on MTV, I was in high school. I watched as the people on the show moved in together, hung out, dated each other, got jobs, went to clubs, had fights. And they seemed so grown up to me. NOW, if I watch that show, they seem like children. Barely grown babies, so innocent, so fresh, learning all this grown folk stuff as they go along humiliating themselves on camera. Just babies, man. So new to the world. Holy cow, I’m glad no one was there with a video camera and a live stream to document me when I went through that stage of my life.
Another situation that makes me feel my age is introducing my kids. They’re turning 8 and 10 this month. Do you have kids that age? Remember about seven years ago when you would introduce your babies to people? Oh they were so precious and little! (Especially if they hadn’t just spit up all over themselves and you.) “These are my kids,” I would say, blushing with pride, and likely looking down at them from a great height above.
My older son will soon be as tall as me; the top of his head is level with my shoulder. So when I introduce him and his younger brother, I’m saying, you see these people that are nearly my height? Yeah, they’re my kids. It really makes me feel my age in a whole new way. Yeah, I know what some of you are thinking… just wait until they’re grown and moving out of your house. Ouch! I don’t want to think about that yet.
Time flies when you’re a raving mum.