They say that everyone has two ages: your real age and your spiritual age. For our family …
At seven, Anton is a secretly stupid 16-year-old, who loves to shoot TikTok videos and wear it sweatshirts with shoulder noodles. Before going to bed, they will catch me with school gossip – who has crushes, who is a fast runner, who wore slap bracelet – and ask me how old you have to be to go to prom.
Inside, eleven-year-old Toby is a cute middle-aged dad. He enjoys booking car rentals, finding good Airbnbs and organizing our travel logistics. He loves nothing more than just to make a solid plan for the day and knows the names of all our neighbors – even more than me! (I’ll be like, ‘Shoot, what’s Tallulah’s mom’s name?’ And he’ll bend down and whisper, ‘Jennifer.’)
What are your child’s spiritual years? I what is yours?
(Photo above of Toby and my father.)