I’ve talked a lot lately about feeling like I’m getting older, but boy did that feeling hit me today.
[*Side note- Yes, I realize I’m just turning twenty-three. I realize that this is not old, but still I feel like it is. When I was a little kid when I thought about growing up – twenty-three sounded old, twenty-one sounded intriguing, but twenty-three just seemed like you were headed over the mysterious hill that I heard spoke of. Thus, now that I am on the very verge of twenty-three I am recalling my childhood associations with that number.]
I was out shopping with my sister, and we ran in to a girl that I used to babysit. She is now eighteen. That doesn’t even seem possible. Last time I saw her she was just a little girl. She and her little sister were the first two children, other than my niece, that I ever babysat. I was twelve and I spent the summer watching both of them three days a week. Now, she is eighteen, and she is graduating high school. I just can’t believe it.
What is the saying…nothing makes you grow up quicker than seeing the next generation hot on your heals. I guess that is really true. I keep seeing these little kids that I grew up babysitting and teaching in Sunday School that are now in high school, and most days I still feel like I should be in high school.
Time needs to slow down.