Those Were the Days 46

My son starts school on Monday. Yeah! July 30th, can you believe it? I grew up and went to school in Canada. We got out of school at the end of June and returned the day after Labor Day. In GA it’s so different. My son gets out at the end of May and goes back–well, late July early August. Seriously, it’s just insane, IMO.

The whole thing makes me harken back to the “good ole days”. Snort. I’m still amazed I’m old enough to use that term. How is it that when you’re young, you can’t ever imagine “getting old” (notice I didn’t say getting older). I miss my innocence–believing that marriage was this completely idyllic state of being and child-rearing was effortless.  I miss my bikini days and the time when I could easily drop 10 lbs in the matter of weeks. I miss losing myself in a great book where the characters were all older than me and I couldn’t wait to be their age. LOL.

What I do appreciate about the here and now is that all that institutional schooling is behind me. I appreciate the wisdom and experience of getting older. While I miss that 6.6 lb little boy I brought home, I appreciate the 9-year-old boy who can drive me up a wall but has made me experience a love the likes I’ll never know again in my lifetime. I appreciate the mistakes I made (and they are many) and the lessons I learned. I appreciate being published when I was old enough to truly appreciate it what a blessing it was.

All in all, I’d say I have a pretty good life and very few regrets and much to look forward to. In about 30 years, this time will become my good “ole days” and I’m sure I’ll look back at this time in my life with just as much nostalgia and fondness.

What about you? What do you miss the most about your youth, your younger days? If you could turn back the hands of time, would you? Comment and enter to win the books below.