I was stopped at a traffic light as five tweens were crossing the street to go to school. Four girls and boy, on their merry way, chatting happily and dressed in sweatshirts, jeans and sneakers.
A wave of nostalgia came over me as I watched the kids. I actually teared up as I experienced flashes of myself at that age, walking with my friends to Thompson Middle School. I started thinking about the passage of time. It’s so hard to believe that I’m now about 30 years older than the kids I saw today and that Chloe is almost their age.
It doesn’t seem that long ago. I still have memories of middle school and my classes, drawing on my bedroom walls and hanging out with my friends. As I sat at that traffic light for all of a minute, the thoughts just flooded in. And for that brief minute, I felt middle-aged and a little bit old.
When I was a pre-teen, I wanted to be a neurosurgeon. I never thought I’d get married or have kids, because I’d be too busy saving lives. I’m really glad my life took a different path. But I wonder, what would the 12-year old me have thought of the 42-year old me today? I hope she’d be proud.