When I think back to my childhood, I felt like it took forever. I felt like I was a child for so long I couldn't stand it. I longed for the day when I could run my own life. Now that I have it, I enjoy and would never want to go back to my childhood. Not that my childhood was bad, by any means. I have many fond memories of my family and friends. I just hated the rules. When I was younger: Having to be in bed by 8. Having to be home by a dark. Not allowed to have a Nintendo. Not being able to go from one friend's house to another without asking my parents first. Not being allowed to wear makeup. When I reached high school: Not being allowed to go on dates. Having to be home by 10, and later midnight. All are typical childhood limitations.
I see so much of myself in Aiden. Stubbornly independent. I know he cannot stand the limitations and rules we have about watching TV, playing LeapPad, getting dressed and going to bed. I just hope he can see the fun in things and not focus on all the limitations. Childhood takes a long time when you're in the midst of it.
The older I get, the faster time seems to travel. College was fun, but it was over before I realized what I was living. Travis and I spent a couple more pre-parental years running amok, but that was soon over as well. Next came the marriage, house and kids. Aiden is already 3 years old and our second child is Army crawling all over the house with her mouthful of 5 teeth.
TIME FLIES. It really does. This video puts it into artistic perspective: