Is this how it’s gonna be?
At 8, we spoke about new candy in the shop, allocated shifts for our new toys.
At 17, we talked about girls and boys we wanted to date, we argued about which super hero is better, what college we should go to.
At 27, we discussed about the men and women in our lives, our career plans.
At 33, we celebrated being parents, enjoyed sleepless nights, argued about household chores.
At 47, we analyzed teenage tendencies of our kids, determined to give our kids everything they ask for, savoured the few minutes we got together.
At 65, we enjoyed being grandparents, happily gave advice, felt bad for being left out, loved our kids even more for the little time they spent with us.
At 80, we waved a goodbye from the nursing home beds.
Even if it is, I would repeat it a 1000 times ……….
