This morning when I woke up the day was the same as any other, the only difference is that I would be driving down to Westbury to drop off my eldest son at the Army Officers Selection Board so he can finish the competition to get into the Welbeck Officers training programme.
Well, I dropped him off almost 2 hours ago and as I left I felt a little emotional about the whole thing as I thought back to when he was just a baby. The years as he grew up and the trails and tribulations that we have been through, both him and me as well as the rest of the family. Now I can safely say that I am so proud of the young man that he is becoming.
What I wasn’t expecting was that this left me reflecting on how I suddenly feel so old. This year I will turn the big 4-0 and while it doesn’t really bother me as it’s just another event it made me realise that while my brain may still be deluding itself that I’m a teenager I really am not. It really shouldn’t come as a surprise that I’ve got old but it’s not really something that you pay attention to as it happens regardless of what you do. But then, certainly in my case, I suddenly realised “s**t I am really getting old”.
I guess this is why so many people suddenly panic when they hit 40 and a great many have a mid-life crisis. That realisation that you won’t get any younger and that when you talk to someone who is 16-19 years old about stuff you watched as a kid they just look at you like you’re an alien.
So does all of this mean I’m over the hill? No chance, I just need to realise I am not a spring chicken 🙂