This week’s sentence is “One of the most unexpected parts of being a grownup is…”
…being an adult.
All my teens I wanted to grow up, be an adult, do what I wanted. Now here I am 38 years old, married, have a son and I wonder why I was in such a rush. Don’t get me wrong, if you know me and read my blog, you know I love my life. I just realized that I am now where my parents were.
As a kid I watched as my parents deal with the death of their parents, dealt with deaths of friends, dealt with their own aging. Now here I am with aging parents and feel a bit scared. I don’t care about the fact of getting old, I love the gray hairs I am getting, I am going to rock aging. But aging also comes with the fact that my parents are aging. They are in relatively great shape, but what would I do? I call my parents everyday, what would I do? How did they survive that loss? Being a kid it doesn’t phase you, now as an adult it truly scares me. I have been truly lucky in the fact that both my parents are still married and in my life.
Then it hits me, what would Dino do? He is so attached to my dad. As long as I waited for a child, they waited for a grandchild. Dino is their world. He loves his Pop Pop and La La, what would happen if they were no longer there? My father would come up and take care of a tiny Dino when he was sick and both hubby and I couldn’t take off work. He would feed him, change him, and play with him. Dino and my father have a special bond that I know will continue to grow. I don’t want him to lose that, ever…
Each moment, each stage achieved, each moment of learning means a step closer to Dino going off to college, leaving home. Believe me I truly enjoy life, I treasure each moment I have with my son, he’s a miracle, a gift I once though was unattainable. Though every once in a while I think about the future and while I see so many amazing things, I also feel sad for all the changes that I have no control over.