As I near my 40th birthday this summer, it is really hard for me to not start to feel old.
As I watch my sons and their lives, and compare it to what my experience was like at their ages, there is no comparison.
Or is there?
They play Wii, I played Atari Pong.
They listen to MP3s on an iPods, I listened to cassette tapes on a walkman.
They have the Internet, I had a library card.
They like to play backyard football pretending they are Brett Favre and Adrian Peterson, I liked to play backyard football pretending I was Terry Bradshaw or Franco Harris.
They watch music videos on Youtube.com, I watched music videos on MTV, back when they still played them.
They get excited to build a pinewood derby car designed the way they want it, just like I did many many decades ago.
They play with Star Wars figures and G.I. Joe, just like I played with them. As an aside, I'm really hoping they don't pick up the habit of using firecrackers to make the battles more realistic like my brothers and I did back in the day.
As much as I'd love to break out the "back in my day, we walked uphill both ways" stories, because that's what dads are supposed to do, I can't do it.
The more things change, the more they stay the same. Or something like that.
I am so blessed to be able to watch them navigate life, and help where I can.
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