Seeing a childhood friend’s baby for the first time gives me goose bumps, and I don’t mean in the ushy gushy type of way when most see a baby. It’s hard to explain, but I will do my best.
At 25 years old I am starting to see some of my truest friends starting their own journey as new parents. It’s interesting watching them shift their lives into a more mature, a more loving, and conscious creature of the universe. I mean for god sakes, they are raising a human being!
I mean…we were once the kiddos who were running around as little tyrants. At birthday parties, school dances, and the neighborhood playgrounds. We had made those childhood memories last. Some stories stuck more than others, but what I do mostly remember was laughing about everything with my friends and the young ones around us.
Life is too short. I know that is the most over used cliche of all cliches, but its still damn near the truest one. When I am watching my childhood friends raise the people they love most in this life, it shows the truest person they are in those moments. These children will turn into an individual of their own, who will soon be playing with their childhood best friends at their birthday parties, their school dances and their neighborhood playgrounds…. Life just seems SO SHORT. How did I get here already?
“Our parents deserve our honor and respect for giving us life itself. Beyond this they almost always made countless sacrifices as they cared for and nurtured us through our infancy and childhood, provided us with the necessities of life, and nursed us through physical illnesses and emotional stresses of growing up” – Ezra Taft Benso