Last summer, Aidan and I had a birthday conversation. His special day was coming up, which of course is a hot topic. His natural curiosity lead him to inquire of my age as well. What harm could it do to tell the truth. 55, I told him. He reminds me of that conversation frequently, generously and correctly adding another year in November. Sweet as his reminder is, there are other things that remind me of the half century that separates our births. Put that way, I'm feeling older than ever! Sigh. Let's call it nostalgia. For instance:- No grandchild of mine would have the slightest idea what to do with a car's crank window.
- Their Granma will never figure out video controls. I could use arthritis as an excuse, but that only makes me sound older and has nothing to do with the fact that A-Up-Up-Left-B-enter are not directions my fingers could have followed at any stage of joint functioning.
- "Do it again!" is music to my ears when squealed with joy by grandboys and girles, alike. My back, however, is not such a music lover.
- Elijah at 18 months is a professional foot photographer - and he has very cute little piggies! But what if he had to wait a week or more for the pictures to be developed?
- Tyler would be clueless with a VCR tape. Bryce, on the other hand, would probably figure out how to tie him up with it.
- Court and Christine run their TV through their computer. It does indeed take a four year old to turn it on for me. However, he still needs me for the password!
- And my personal favorite - Bella asked me what to do with that rectangular thing by the sink. Until that moment, I hadn't noticed that bars of soap were part of a disappearing landscape.
Come to think of it, it's a rather short list, especially when compared to our common interests:
playgrounds
ice cream
bubbles
children's books
pizza
The Lego Movie
squirt guns
echos in a stairwell
play doh
cuddles
tickles
and even birthdays!
I'm feeling my age, alright, with just a slight shift of the decimal - 5.6. Perfect!
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