Front: Nico and Christopher on their new bikes
January 21, 2015
I was talking to a man the other day while we stood in line at a convenience store. I struck up the conversation by commenting how funny I thought it was that his son was grabbing all the candy from the shelf for his father to buy.
“how olds your son,” I asked.
“He’s 2,” the proud father announced.
“I can’t even remember my kids being 2 and they are only 5
and 6!” I said.
And that statement is so true. I zoned out while I waited my
turn to buy my sandwich and thought about my sons at the age of 2 and for the
life of me I could not recall them at that age. As if the three years that had
past was so long ago. I felt bad that
the age of 2 might come across as insignificant.
It’s amazing how much time can cross your mind when you’re
the third person standing in line to purchase your items from a gas station
store. At my sons age now there wasn’t too much time for me to cover.
They were born and now I see them as my 5 and 6. Maybe it
would be easier to keep them young by telling people when asked, “oh how old
are they? 60 months old.”
What the hell happened to the memories of their first smile,
giggle, or laugh? I couldn’t recall their first steps or first words. I am
stuck on the fact that they aren’t toddlers anymore. They are little boys! Then
they’ll be pre-teens, teens and then men! Oh, gods slow time down. I don’t want
to get old.
I stared at the egg salad sandwich I was holding in my hand.
The line is slowly moving forward. On the cellophane wrapper the date was
stamped “Good through 1/27.”
“Life is like this expiration date, it will go that fast,” I
said.
“I know right, I mean he’s 2 years old already,” The father
of the little boy said.
“Oops, I didn’t mean to say that out loud. I was in a deep
thought.”
“No, I’m with you. This age is great. His age keeps me
young.”
I nodded my head in agreement.
I paid for my sandwich and walked outside. I decided that I
would eat it while I stood outside of my police car to avoid the usual mess
that the egg would cause on my uniform because I can be a messy eater.
I stared at the expiration on the torn apart wrapper. The
thought of Nico taking his first steps in our back room finally came to me. Or
Christopher’s first steps in our living room brought a smile to my face. I’m
not ready for my son’s youth to expire. I want to enjoy them for the age they
are now.
The man walked out of the store clutching his son in his
arms as he trekked back to his car. I waved at him as he drove off. I peered
into the backseat of the car and observed his little man strapped in his car
seat. The little boy was so happy. He doesn’t realize it yet but he has a whole
life in front of him that is full of possibilities.
I thought about that. That little 2 year old is living in
his moment. There is no fear of an expiration date. I should take his lead and realize
that youth doesn’t have to expire. I just need to live in the moment and enjoy
my kids at every age.
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