I’ve got grey hairs now.
There’s not a ton yet, really, but they are there.
Also, my hair line is moonwalking back along my scalp, too, which probably means that my days of a full head of the stuff are pretty much gone.
And seeing how I have two kids ages three and one, I have to be honest, the temptation is there to blame them in a roundabout way, you know? I mean, being a parent is stressful; it’s no surprise that our bodies might start to trade in the energy it takes to make thick lush heads of hair for a little extra pep to deal with the tiny monsters.
But still, deep down, I know that’s just a cop out, man. I know I’m just making excuses for the inevitable, for Mother nature, for Father Time’s impetuous march toward horizons that once seemed so damn far off and so distant to my younger self.
So, I can’t go down that road.
The fact is, sure, I might be dragging around a few extra pounds nowadays and my head might go all Kojak on me here before too much longer, but I can’t really complain and I know it.
Because, yeah: having kids might stress us out a bit on the surface of things, and that daily grind of parenting/policing/ protecting/ and partnering might whittle away at certain parts of us that once seemed Bionic and forever, but yet, the truth of the matter is, having two kids come into my life and light up my whole world with their crazy ways and their electric smiles and their little voices whispering,”Daddy?” in that subtlest of ways that I know they are about to ask me for a cookie, all that has probably made me feel so much younger now than I ever dreamed I could possibly feel again.
Look, I’m 40. I’m no spring chicken. When I run a few miles on the treadmill at the gym I sweat so much that I’m pretty sure that any day now the dude down at the YMCA is gonna lead me into a special room with sponge floors and meat-locker AC. My knees hurt so much some mornings that it’s as if some mafia thug had taken a baseball bat to them while I was snoring through the night (or until I had to wake up to pee again).
But I truly believe, and I may be wrong here/I’ve been wrong so often before, but I truly believe that my two little ones have helped me re-connect with so many of the wonderful things that we tend to turn our backs on when we get older.
I’m smiling way more these days than I ever did before, at least since I was their age. And I laugh at so many things now on a daily basis that I can literally feel my insides trying to head in reverse sometimes; I feel my heart trying to back-peddle across the years I’ve conquered; I sense my own psyche fooling itself into thinking I’m 5 again…or 12.
And what a gift that is, huh?
What a damn gift it is to feel that way just by hanging out with the two best people you’ve ever met. I know, I know, it’s just a feeling at the end of the day. Nothing can stop time’s onward march.
But, I’ll take this as it comes, because it makes me glad to be alive.
And that, my friends, is the whole point of everything.
More from Serge:
Conversations With a Three Year Old, Part 7
Was I Wrong to Post This Picture of My Daughter and Myself on the Internet?
10 Qualities I Hope My Daughter Picks Up From Her Mother
Baby’s First Week At Home: Invaluable Tips For New Dads
The Ways Of Love: 20 Things My Kids Have Taught Me About Living
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