Age

Ah, yes, that glorious subject
that just seems incredibly perplexing.
First, we celebrate ONE!
Milestones of walking and words.
Then something happens.
Terrible two's?!
Fabulous five's where there is actual communication.
This turns into the dreaded teenage years which defy any description or explanation.
They it's off to rejoice in licenses, graduations, marriages, houses, and more babies.
And as one portion begins the process all over again,
another portion begins an entirely new realm.
Where did I get that bruise?
What can't I fit in these?
Can you read that?
Running is for the young.
Does that really matter.
Relax. Slow down.
I hope they call today.
Another memorial.
Loss.
To witness the cycle is a gift.
To be a part of the cycle is a blessing.
Embrace every day.
Learn to laugh because of or in spite of yourself.
See through a child's eyes.
Live through the elder's stories.
Age is really just a number.
What counts to you?