My kids are 5, 3 and 5 months old. I am 32, but to them I might as well be 120.
I remember what it was like as a kid. 30 seemed tremendously aged. People who were in their 30s when I was 5 were far older than I feel right now. People in their 30s when I was 5 were born in the FIFTIES, for goodness sake. People born in the 50s were way older by the time they were 30 than people born in the 80s. Right?
If you’re a 30-something with young kids, perhaps these realizations will blow your mind as much as they have mine.
Def Leppard’s “Pour Some Sugar On Me” is to my kids
was what Elvis’s “Blue Suede Shoes” was to me.
The Milli Vanilli leg swing is as vintage a dance move to them as the Twist was to me.
Finding an original Nintendo Game Boy at their grandparent’s house is probably about as quaint and un-exciting as…
pulling the original Fisher Price Chatter Telephone out of a rusty old toy box at the baby sitter’s was for me.
I wonder if my daughter would enjoy dressing up in a power suit…
as much as I longed to twirl around in a Poodle Skirt?
Skittles are as old a candy staple to my children
as old school candy necklaces were to me…
despite having seen a Taste The Rainbow commercial on Channel 1 in homeroom just yesterday, I swear.
And Bill Nye the Science Guy is as ancient to my kids…
as Mr. Wizard was to me.
I’m going to stop here so I can go pluck some gray hairs, apply eye cream, and check on the status of my retirement savings.