Remember Macaulay Culkin, that cute little kid from the Christmas film, “Home Alone”?
He just turned forty. Yep, you heard that right. Forty. If it makes you feel old, join the club.
Actually, reading last week that Macaulay Culkin is forty was just the icing on my feeling-really-old pity party cake. August brought a couple of other startling milestones in my family. My youngest nephew, Seth, turned 18. And, as if that wasn’t throwing enough cold water on my warm and fuzzy aunt memories, my youngest niece, Molly, the baby of the family, just turned 16. Sixteen!
Seth was born the same day that his dad, my brother Chris, received his PhD. We all travelled straight from the graduation ceremony to the hospital. Seth was gorgeous. When he was a baby, his very dark straight hair stood straight up, like a flat top. My husband called it “Sergeant Carter hair.” Remember Sergeant Carter from the Gomer Pyle sitcom? (If you’re too young to remember Sergeant Carter, you’re too young to commiserate with me about my late mid-life crisis. Get off my lawn!)
I still remember the first time I saw Molly. She was beautiful. (We’ve never had an ugly baby in our family.) When she was little, my sister’s family lived only a few blocks away from hubs and me. So, I remember her early toddling steps. I remember when her hair got long enough it curled into little locks of gold. I remember when she started talking and, much like her mother, never stopped.
At at my parents’ house when Seth was three and Molly was a year and a half, they spent one whole Thanksgiving fighting over a stuffed pumpkin. Not the edible kind. The plush variety. My brother and sister very patiently conducted negotiations throughout the day and brokered a few brief periods of peace.
The holiday with the pumpkin of contention turned out to be our last Thanksgiving with my dad, who is pictured here with each of them. He was crazy about all his grandkids, as you can probably tell from his expression.
The two of them get along much better now at holidays. But they’re not quite as interesting to watch as they text or play games on their cell phones. Sigh.
I blame their parents. How could they let them grow up so fast!
For the record, my age and birthdays (especially milestones) are something of which we do not speak.
Is there something that makes you feel old(er)? Has seeing an old friend or recent picture of a favorite celebrity startled you with the reality of time passing?