I'm a little aunt. I'm an aunt to 4 beautiful little people, the latest one making it to the world a few hours ago. I am 25 years of age. I cannot get enough of my comics and cartoon films. As an aunt, I have the immense responsibility of being an adult. I've no idea why though. I just barely manage to keep maturity levels high enough to not get punished.
It's a weird feeling, to look at that cute face and go, "I was like this... these kids are going to be like us some day" (after they deal with annoying school and stuff). I'm filled with wonder, what feels like just a few years ago, I was there playing games, pretending to do adult things that I certainly hate doing as an adult. I enjoyed the fake money, the fake job and the house and the fake cooking. I don't know how young I was when I outgrew these things. I don't know how I just blended into this adult world, before I knew it, I was there with a real job and real money and real cooking (ah!), even a real relationship.
When I look at people saying "I wish I was a kid", I'm sort of torn between agreeing and heavily disagreeing.
I don't spend too much time on the future. I don't make grand plans. In fact, my experience has been that things happen, whether you've planned for them or not. So why bother. Back to the babies. These little fleshy things will soon walk, talk and even teach me things and I know for a fact I won't be prepared to handle.
It's a weird feeling, to look at that cute face and go, "I was like this... these kids are going to be like us some day" (after they deal with annoying school and stuff). I'm filled with wonder, what feels like just a few years ago, I was there playing games, pretending to do adult things that I certainly hate doing as an adult. I enjoyed the fake money, the fake job and the house and the fake cooking. I don't know how young I was when I outgrew these things. I don't know how I just blended into this adult world, before I knew it, I was there with a real job and real money and real cooking (ah!), even a real relationship.
When I look at people saying "I wish I was a kid", I'm sort of torn between agreeing and heavily disagreeing.
I don't spend too much time on the future. I don't make grand plans. In fact, my experience has been that things happen, whether you've planned for them or not. So why bother. Back to the babies. These little fleshy things will soon walk, talk and even teach me things and I know for a fact I won't be prepared to handle.
They are such a responsibility! You are going to pour great things into their lives. Press on!
ReplyDeleteThats the circle of life. No one can be evergreen.
ReplyDeleteI've been thinking about this a lot lately. Crazy how fast life flies by...and most of the time, we're wishing for what has passed or what is yet to be.
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ReplyDeleteThank you, and happy spring.
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