I kind of remember what my mother said when she wished me a happy birthday on my 50th. It went something like, “Just imagine what it’s like to realize your youngest is now 50! That makes me 81!!”
Well, I’m not 81, but not far behind. I am 78. I was 28 when
my youngest was born. And yes, the 50th birthday of one of your kids
causes you to think.
What was I doing at 50? Well, for one, I was newly divorced
and entering a totally unknown chapter of my life. One that was alien and
scary. Add to that the reality that I was a late bloomer gay man who finally
owned up to his sexual orientation. 50 and ready to explore a strange new
world.
At the time my kids did not know about the gay thing. I had
not told them yet. My oldest had just graduated from college and was living with
me at a new townhouse near the old family home. That home was the only one the
kids knew. It was my wish to stay close to their friends so they would not feel
isolated from their roots.
My son was a sophomore in college and newly transferred from
University of Missouri to Illinois State University. He had found just the
right major closer to home and that suited us just fine. Closer and less
costly! A winning combination! He also lived with me when not on campus.
So, newly divorced, owning my own home, two nearly adult
kids living with me, and still one year away from starting up my own business.
The times were clearly unsettled, and I had a lot of growing up to do that no
one would have imagined. Least of all me.
Leap forward 28 years and my oldest child is now 50, a wife
and mother of two girls. Their oldest is a junior in college and on an
international student exchange program at Oxford University. The second
daughter is a senior in high school. And mom is a seasoned professional working
remotely at home for a nationwide team of insurance and investment sales
executives.
My son is 47 and a sales executive working from his home. He
has two young boys 5 and 7 years old.
My family is settled. They are mature family people with
issues like mine at the same age. They are no longer the young kids we nearly
always think of, belying the passage of time.
Belying the passage of time. A common theme in so much of
living our lives. I doubt I am the only one doing that. You too?
Just think back 50 years and see how sit feels.
November 9, 2021