The Youngest gets Mobile…almost
We took our youngest son to get his learners permit today. Soon he will be driving and I won’t be driving as much. For the first six months I have to be with him, while he drives, but after that it’s no more dropping him here or there or anywhere.
It’s a blessing and a curse. I’ll be glad to be out of the loop on his dates. That’s the good part. The bad part is, my youngest is beginning to drive, so I am old.
Let’s pretend I was very, very young when our oldest, TJ, was born. Then lets pretend Chris John and James came rapidly thereafter. Unfortunately that is far from the truth.
I was 25 when TJ was born. 28 when Chris was born. 31 when John was born. James, we waited a little longer. He was born when I was 36.
So in reality I am old. You could say middle aged, if you believe I am going to live to be 106. Odds are that won’t happen. You saying it, I mean. I fully intend to live well beyond 106 years old. I will look like hell but I’ll still be alive. Probably relying on some futuristic machine that keeps me going well after my usefulness.
And when I am 106, I’ll feel just like I do today – as young as ever.
I don’t feel any different today then I did the day James was born. I was a spry 36 and still thought I’d conquer the world. Today I am a spry 53 and conquering seems less likely but I still have dreams.
Dreams my gout won’t act up this week. Dreams I can eat pork chops without my heart palpitating. Dreams my back won’t hurt so bad, from hunching over a keyboard, I can finish this post.
Dreams James will finish his education. Dreams James will get a good job. Dreams James will be able to afford a futuristic machine to keep me alive.
It’s the least he can do for me driving him to the DMV.
The very least.