Lately, I am becoming more and more aware of how fast my children seem to be growing up. It really hit me earlier this week when my wife, Jenny, and I spent an evening planning the upcoming birthday party for our 3-year-old twins, Addison and Brody, as well as registering our 10-year-old daughter, Jordan, for middle school next year.
I am probably like most parents when it comes to watching my children get older. On the one hand, I feel a great sense of pride in having helped shaped them into the amazing people I see them becoming. On the other hand, watching them grow serves as a constant reminder that I am growing older too.
The fact that I’m aging shouldn’t come as a huge shock to me, the signs have been there for some time. My hair, which started turning gray a few years ago, has now decided to turn loose in several areas as well; my back in the mornings makes more snaps, crackles and pops than the Rice Krispies my kids eat for breakfast; and I tend to blame just about everything on the government these days. Although the signs aren’t pretty, the realization hits me a little harder sometimes.
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