You can understand and relate to most people better if you look at them -- no matter how old or impressive they may be -- as if they are children. For most of us never really grow up or mature all that much -- we simply grow taller. O, to be sure, we laugh less and play less and wear uncomfortable disguises like adults, but beneath the costume is the child we always are, whose needs are simple, whose daily life is still best described by fairy tales. -Leo Rosten
My husband and I woke up this morning, excited about going to get decaffeinated coffee. Did you catch that? We were EXCITED about decaffeinated coffee. And we were, at the very same time, shocked at our excitement. When did we pass from the two people who would stay out late drinking until the wee hours of the morning into two people who think that 10:30 is pushing the bedtime limits? When did passage into middle-age occur? Nobody warned me it was coming…and yet – here it is.
After spending the day at a soccer tournament for our oldest daughter, we are now spent. Tired. Worn out. And we were not even playing. We still have our sense of humor and at least we can laugh at ourselves…but we are stunned at how easy it was to settle into this life of ours. We love our coffee, our books, our nights at home watching movies. We love our kids, our dogs (and even sometimes – our cats.) We love hanging out in the neighborhood. We enjoy our anti-social lives. We like sailing, spending time in the sun and wind. We seem to have adapted very easily to what we used to title “the boring life” and it now seems plenty full of action and demands.
We are getting older, and we like it. Is that bad?