Whenever I feel old, people tell me age is just a number. Well… of course it is! But if it does not matter, why do we even bother? I suppose a year is long enough for us to notice significant changes in our lives.
When I was in my early to mid 20s, I let comments like this pass. I was young back then. Now that I am almost 40, well… I may not be considered old yet, but I am definitely not young anymore. And you know the saying “I do not get old, just better”? Sometimes we take it for granted that older people are more mature, like it is expected of them.
Using that same logic, why do I expect my 7 year old to act like an adult? Sophia is generally a well-behaved child, I do not have any point of comparison, but I do believe she is above average. Between us two, she sometimes act like the patient parent.
With all that has been happening lately, I am running very high on pessimism, bordering on bitterness and one bad news away from apathy. Some days, it takes all my energy to get out of bed in the morning.
If age is just a number, can I choose to be 6 again?