I was out working in the yard earlier this week and suddenly I started thinking about how my parents never seemed particularly young or accessible to me when I was growing up and that made me wonder if my children are getting to know the younger version of me and how much of an impression today me will continue to be on them as I turn into older me.
That sounds very complex now that I wrote it all out.
My father will be 87 in June. That means he was 56 when I graduated from high school. My youngest will graduate high school in May and I am still a spritely 47. I’ve also tried to be the real me, not some serious parent cardboard cutout of myself over the years.
It’s a shame. I am getting to know my father better now these last few years but look at what we missed out on. You don’t get time back.