Where are the boys?
It seems rather absurd that we can go days with only infrequent glimpses of the boys. They are at school weekdays followed by golf practice and disappear to their quarters or go out on weekends. Our schedules often preclude supper together. Noises coming through the ceiling from upstairs are the only evidence of their presence.
Each time their paths cross mine, I am astonished. How did they grow up so quickly?
This week Blue Boy turned 17. The family is celebrating today after which the kids will head out for paintballing in the desert. On their own. Weird.
Ironically, my Baby Bro turns 60 today. 60!!! I still remember the family going to the drive-in movie the night before his arrival to view Pollyanna. My mother said, as she did every day, “Maybe Tom will come tonight.” (He was named before he was born, in the day when the gender was revealed at birth.) We pointed out that she said that every day.
The next morning, the family chalkboard bore the message: Went to the hospital to get Tom.
Going on 11 years old, I was more than excited and woke Big Bro to share the news, who insisted on reading the message for himself. We called everyone in the family and waited.
I like to remind Baby Bro that I changed his diapers.
What makes us feel old?
My mother once said that she felt old when her children started taking social security. I am discovering that many milestones remind me of my age. My Baby Bro’s birthday for one. My own children are aging so quickly that I have to do math to calculate their ages. Admiring my grandsons and their growth is another awakening.
Theory of Relativity per me
It is a cliché to say that time speeds up with age. My own theory of relativity of time states that the time appears to move more quickly relative to the number of events and memories experienced. I wonder if I can get a Nobel for that idea.