They say that everyone has two ages: your actual age and your spiritual age. For our family…
At seven years old, Anton is secretly a goofy 16-year-old, who loves making TikTok videos and wearing ramen noodle sweatshirts. At bedtime, he’ll catch me up on school gossip — who has crushes, who is a fast runner, who wore a slap bracelet — and ask me how old you have to be to go to prom.
Eleven-year-old Toby’s inner self is a super sweet middle-aged dad. He enjoys booking rental cars, finding good Airbnbs, and organizing our trip logistics. He loves nothing more than making a solid plan for the day, and he knows all our neighbors’ names — even more that I do! (I’ll be like, ‘Shoot, what’s Tallulah’s mom’s name?’ And he’ll lean over and whisper, ‘Jennifer.’)
What’s your child’s spiritual age? And what’s yours?
(Top photo of Toby and my dad.)