“…Today is my son's birthday. He is 18, my "little boy"! When I think about it, I remember times when I was pleased to tell people about the age of my son - that was when he was sweet 5 - 10 years old. I felt so proud of myself and I liked how people reacted in surprise ("a young mom!"). And there were times when we would go to his school parties and dance and had fun together with the kids. Didn't feel like a mom at all! :-)
Oh-oh - now it really proves how old I am now - lol - it's a first sign - when your child's birthday brings you to the memories of the past...Instead of making you happy - it makes you really depressed - especially when he's reached the same age, that you were, when he was born... Oh, kids, you're taking over our lives...”
Oh-oh - now it really proves how old I am now - lol - it's a first sign - when your child's birthday brings you to the memories of the past...Instead of making you happy - it makes you really depressed - especially when he's reached the same age, that you were, when he was born... Oh, kids, you're taking over our lives...”
Well…I wrote that 2 years ago…today my son is 20…strictly speaking he is no longer “teen”, according to the English language. It’s a little bit weird to realise how old is your child…I don’t feel like I’m that old myself to have an “adult for a kid”…But guess, the reality of our life is – that with years our age “splits” into two – the one we feel and the one we have on a birth certificate. I think, it is a good thing, if the difference is getting bigger, that from the moment you start to feel your physical age, you start to get old…I do have hopes to keep my Age Divergence for as long as possible…