Growing Up

Oliver will be 2 next month and Sam writes his name (Mom,Dad, cat, red, dog and pan . Lucy is 12 now and she has diabetes and I think she's heading downhill. My grandfather has passed away recently and wrinkles are popping out everywhere. As much as my mind always seems to tell me that I am in my mid 20s, all the signs seem to say we are all growing up. Sam, who loves and wants to be Peter Pan, says that he doesn't want to grow up. He says he will turn 5, but it's not growing up it's getting bigger. Our 92 year old neighbor Kitty says that growing older is not for the fainthearted and that's a good way to put it. She is remarkable. She's happy, positive and very with it. She likes to talk politics, the economic crisis and she watches The Office.

Don't get me wrong, I don't think that just because I am 34 and my kids are growing up makes me past my prime, it might just mean I'm no spring chicken. I'm OK with that. We are all lucky to get to grow older. I would hate to be a "fights it every step of the way" person. Winter is over and the weather is warmer and I guess you always notice the time passing when the seasons change.