Eldest and I are alone for some quality Blockbuster-visiting time. We chit chat on the way over and he says, "Wow! I'm going to be 13. I can't believe it."
"You can't believe it? It doesn't seem that long ago that I was 13."
"Really?!" he says, so obviously shocked by that confession. "You've always seemed this old as long as I've known you."
* * *
I try to articulate how quickly time flies. I mention that I've spent so much time wishing my life away, that we all do it.
He doesn't understand that term, and I try to explain how it starts innocently enough.
"I wish it was already Friday and I was done with school." Poof. Five days gone.
"Why can't it be summer?" Poof. Nine months gone.
"If only I could be out of college and on with my life." There goes a few years.
"Won't he just stop crying?" Poof.
"I'm so tired of changing diapers." Poof.
Poof. Poof. Poof.
So forgive me, dear Eldest, if I want to spend these next few weeks enjoying the company of a 12-year-old boy.
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