When We Were Young
My mom went on this nostalgia trip this week, sending us photos of photos of us as kids. I can't imagine what kind of emptynesting my parents are feeling at the moment with all 6 kids away from the coop but it was definitely interesting to look back on the photos.
A lot of them, I can't remember what we were doing, much more what I was thinking back then. My outfits are always outrageous. But mostly, I look back on them and laugh at how YOUNG our parents were when they were raising us.
My mom had my eldest sister, Pamy at 22, myself at 26, my first brother Lex at 27, my second brother Pietro at 29, my third brother Pio at 32 and my youngest sister, Paola at 34. I am now 31 and if I were my mom's age, I would have had 4 kids (and am pregnant with my 5th kid) by now already. This drives me nuts. I can't fathom the life my parents had and I have even way more respect for them than I already do.
I can barely take care of myself -- I can't cook, hate laundry, hate chores and just generally sleep on an uncovered mattress if I can't be bothered to get up to walk and buy dinner or fold my clothes. How am I supposed to look after another person (partner) or little people (children). And well, I'm glad I kind of don't have to worry about those things, for now.
And with that, enjoy this crazy trip down non-memory lane, because I'm so bad at remembering what the hell was happening in each of these photos.