Several people have asked me if I feel old now. It seems to me that the definitive first moment of maturity is the birth of your first child. From that point on your needs take a back seat to the needs of someone else and the freedoms afforded to a young adult are no more. I have several friends who are older than I am who still carry-on a younger lifestyle, mainly because they are childless. For the record I do not envy them... most of the time.
Becky will often remind me that even before we had Kyla, or even got married for that matter, I never really acted all that young. My mother even used to refer to me as an "old soul." Perhaps that is why I looked forward to parenthood for so long, I had less to lose than most.
For my birthday Becky threw me a surprise party at our place attended by many of our family and friends. Our house was decorated with pictures and memorabilia from when I really was young. It was a lot of fun to hang out and drink more than my usual paltry limit (normally I have to drive home).Now it is time to begin my journey into middle age...
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