Today's my niece's birthday.
Twenty-five years, ago today, I became an Aunt. Her birth gave me, my first grown-up role, within my family, an Aunt. I love being an "Auntie". But I am digressing from my original intent for this post.
The point is that twenty-five years have gone by and it seems like maybe 5 years. So much life has been lived in those twenty five years and bam! They are over. The newborn child is an independent, 25 year old woman.
Here is the kicker or mindblower, hence this post. She is the same age as I was, when she was born!
Is this how my mother felt when she watched her daughter give birth to her first child, my mother's first grandchild? I wish I could ask her this question, but she left us a few years ago.
I am not sure how to process this milestone. But if this is how it feels, to watch time flying by..........................it's numbing.