The other night at supper, my younger son piped up—completely out of the blue—with the following statement:
“Mom, in 16 years you’ll be 54 and Dad will be 56.”
I stopped chewing. After a painstakingly slow mental math check—yes, he ran the numbers correctly—I looked at my husband and exclaimed, “Why, that’s nothing! Fifty-four is … young!”
My oldest is two years shy of sixteen. Just think what all a person can do! learn! experience! in sixteen years. Why, I could practically live an entire lifetime in sixteen years!
Suddenly, my aging angst was violently reconfigured. “Sixteen years more and I’ll still be young” is an entirely different perspective from “Thirty-eight and one foot in the grave.”
Moral of the story: teach your children math.
Photo series, courtesy of my older son.