Today GameBoy turns 17 years old. I can hardly wrap my head around that fact, and I marvel at the man that he’s become. I couldn’t be more proud of him.
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Today GameBoy turns 17 years old. I can hardly wrap my head around that fact, and I marvel at the man that he’s become. I couldn’t be more proud of him.
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Yes, it is a parent’s lot to marvel at the evolution of our children into adults, especially at this age. My daughter is 20, and I have had many of those moments in the past three years. It makes one joyous and proud, but also wistful of ages gone past.
It’s perpetually astonishing! Birthdays, watching the new driver disappear down the road, college acceptances and rejections, high school graduation, observing the power of love and hormones, driving away and leaving your young adult in a college dorm, Skyping with your progeny thriving, happy, and independent (or sick and sad) in a remote and possibly dangerous country, or reading published work, knowing that your child has done something far superior to anything you did at that age.
I would risk the perpetual wrath of my daughter unless I let her select photos by hand- not that I would relinquish a parent’s prerogative. Parents are inherently embarrassing, and there is no good way to predict which fabulous photos will offend.
Congratulations to both of you.
Happy Birthday, Gameboy! (It’s my b-day, too!)