Perspective is a funny thing. If I told you that there are two boys in the pictures above some of you would nod your head and suggest that men are just boys trapped in adult bodies. Others might wonder if that is a self deprecating comment or ask if I like referring to myself as being a boy.
One of the best parts of almost being closer to 50 than 40 is that I don’t get hung up on labels. I don’t care if you call me a man or a boy because you don’t define me, I do and I know my age.
But that is not my focal point for this post.
I am too busy thinking about the smaller boy who had his Bar Mitzvah this weekend. Too busy thinking about how quickly thirteen years passed and wondering if time is going to pass at the same rate or if I should prepare myself for acceleration.
There Are 24 Hours In A Day
We are still operating under the normal 24 hour day and standard physics. There are still 24 hours in a day and 365 days in a year so technically time is moving at the same rate as it always has.
But my perception is that it has sped up because I still think of myself as being 25 and wonder how my son skipped so many years between 0 and 13.
Really, he must have skipped a few or maybe I blinked once too often because the kid I held like a football weighs about 10.5 times as much as he did at birth.
Kind of amazing to think how much we grow in the years that follow our entry into the world. One minute we are these tiny little creatures and the next we are something far different.
There is much more to say and far more to share but there is joy in the journey and I need to stop this for just a moment so that I can look around and appreciate things as they are right this now.