Hello I Must Be Going

Hello I Must Be goingI got ‘carded’ at a restaurant not long ago.

It made me smile when the first response to my drink order was to be asked for proof of my age. Can’t tell you the last time someone was worried about whether I was of legal age.

I just smiled, pulled out my driver’s license and told the waitress that I graduated from college last century. At the time I didn’t think twice about it because I was just being silly.

It was just one of those innocuous comments that come back for a visit long after they have passed between our lips. No reason to think twice about it, nothing serious to be found within it, or so I thought.

A few weeks later my son walked into the kitchen and effortlessly reached into a cabinet that had once been inaccessible to him without a stool.

I stood in the corner and watched him grab a few more items as he prepared his own lunch and realized if the next chunk of time follows a certain path we could be at the tail end of his living at home.

It caught me by surprise.

It was just one of those innocuous comments that come back for a visit long after they have passed between our lips. No reason to think twice about it, nothing serious to be found within it, or so I thought.Click To Tweet

Could he really be that old?

Could I?

It is kind of a ridiculous question because I was in the room the day he was born. I know exactly how he came to be from start to finish but that didn’t make me wonder if maybe my math was flawed.

That little man of mine isn’t so little any more.

Four years of high school have started and within a blink they’ll pass by and he’ll be off to college. It is not ridiculous to say that he could go to school out of state and never move back home.

Mind you, none of this is a bad thing.

The point of parenting is to raise kids to become independent and productive members of society.

But I would be lying if I said it didn’t bother me a little bit to realize how close to the moment where he really heads off on his own.

How Did It Get Late So Soon?

It is hard enough for me to accept that it is almost 30 years since I graduated high school or that it is more than 20 since I earned my degree but both are easier than recognizing how old the kids are.

My baby isn’t really a baby anymore either.

She is a girl racing full speed towards becoming a teenager with no regard for what her fast pace is doing to my hair.

This is not to say that there haven’t been a number of moments where I wonder who stopped the clock and agonized over how long some things were taking.

There have been plenty of those and I anticipate there will be more to come. That is the joy of the roller coaster nature of life.

But it doesn’t mean I don’t want to stop the clock for my own purposes and find a way to stand at the side of the pond skipping rocks with the kids.

Nor am I ready to concede my place as strongest and fastest in the house.

You might see those as being silly needs, but I take pleasure in those being among my biggest concerns because they are indicators about how many problems I have.

If those are among the top things I focus upon than I know life is pretty good.

Now if I can only figure out that time stopping thing, that would be one hell of a nifty trick.

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6 Comments

  1. susancellura August 12, 2015 at 2:46 pm

    Joshua, I would like to stop time as well when it comes to my daughter.
    She’s about to turn 10 and I can’t believe it. Like you, though, I am THANKFUL for this.

    • Joshua August 12, 2015 at 11:11 pm

      Hi Susan,

      Ten is a great age, one of my favorites. I just never realized it would be the time when they started racing at full speed towards teendom. 😉

      Gah, it goes so very quickly but it is fun.

  2. Danny Brown August 12, 2015 at 2:38 pm

    An old girlfriend of mine reached out to me on Facebook the other week. It was an innocuous “Hi, how you doing, your kids look adorable!” kind of thing.

    At first I didn’t know who she was (she’s married, with a different surname, and using her christened first name as opposed to the abbreviated one I used when we dated).

    She looked familiar, but different. And old. Not old as, holy wow you’re old, but aged. Then I realized who it was, and that I was two years older than her, and it has been 30 years since we dated.

    Where does it go indeed, mate. My son is about to start his second year at school, and it seems like only yesterday my wife and I started dating. It was almost 10 years ago.

    If you find that time machine thing, let me know if you’re looking for testers. 😉

    • Joshua August 12, 2015 at 11:14 pm

      Danny,

      You’ll be among the first people I contact. I need people with character, drive and the ability to write a good review. 🙂

      The funny thing about Facebook is how often I look at the pictures of friends I have known for years and think, “Damn, they have aged” and then I come to the same realization as you…”we have aged.”

  3. Stan Faryna August 12, 2015 at 11:24 am

    What’s that Tweet widget called?

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