When I was younger, the older people in my family would always tell me “just wait till you get older, then you’ll understand.” Well, I am now the age I first remember taunting (my mid 20’s) and I still don’t get it. When I was a child (yes, I know, compared to you old 40 and 50 year olds, I still am) I remember wondering if I would ever reach 20. School seemed like an endless routine that would never end. Maybe that is why I didn’t enjoy college very much. Anyway, I digress.
My oldest child is now starting school, and I find myself at a loss. When did I reach this old age of 26? I don’t really feel any older then I did at 12. I still look at everything and wonder why and how it works. I still want to take everything apart and put it back together. I still like pets, watching tv, and playing video games. Doing the dishes still irritates me. I am at a loss. Wasn’t there some mystical thing that was supposed to happen when I “grew up”? Some mysterious quality that “grown ups” have that separated them from us young folk? Maybe I’ll understand… when I get older.