My nieces have birthdays about a month apart, which makes this time of year generally busy trying to figure out what ‘kids are into these days’ – can’t BELIEVE that I’m even saying that! – and what ‘Awesome Aunt Katy’ should buy them!
My oldest niece, Kira, just turned 9, it seems like yesterday when she was 3 weeks old and throwing up down my shirt (that’s a story for another time) and it made think about being young and feeling like things took forever to come, like summer break, Christmas break, Spring break, basically anytime that I didn’t have to go to school or BIRTHDAYS. I remember feeling when I was younger that all I EVER wanted was to be grown up. So much so that you would add a fraction to the end of your age.
“WOW! You have gotten SO BIG! How old are you now?”
“I’m 9 and 3/4.”
I couldn’t WAIT to be 10 – DOUBLE DIGITS! That was a big one.
Could you imagine doing that now?
“Wow! You look so different! How old are you now?”
“31 and 3/4!”
I bet it would get a laugh.
It’s so interesting to me that I don’t feel THAT much different then I did when I was 22 – I’ve learned a lot about life, what I want from it and who I want to be in it, but I can’t say that I FEEL any older. I have grown to be more able to stand up for myself and know when to walk away from a situation and when to stay and fight. I have learned to cherish the special moments with the ones that I love dearly and try to tell them as often as possible that I love them and that they are really NEAT!
I appreciate those aspects of aging, the perspective, I love that! But I miss the simple joy and lightness of being a kid sometimes. We take things so seriously, don’t we, we ADULTS. Maybe we should take a lesson from our former selves and perhaps spend our time doing the things that make us the most happy, because we want to not because we have to.
What would happen if the next time that someone asked your age you replied, “48 and 2/3!”?