New Born’s need someone to bath it, change it, feed it.  They have no hair, no teeth, and depends on someone so much just to get through the day. When you turn one,  you start to talk maybe even walk.  By two you arr asking questions Mommy, all the kids outside are riding on tricycles, can I mommy? Mommy tells the kid, “No, you got to be five, when you are five, you can ride a trike. Then the kid turns five and gets his brand new trike from the used bike store. Mommy, look, those kids have two wheelers, can I get one? Mommy answers, No, those kids are eight, you can when you turn eight, I promise. Now you are eight, you see your older sibling talking on a brand new phone. Mommy, can I get a phone too? “Mommy answers, “No dear, you have to be at least twelve.  When you turn twelve, I will get you that phone.”  Then when the child turns twelve they get their phone. 

Life is so short but with every blink of the eye, we get to that goal age.  Dating, fifteen, Voting, eighteen. Marriage, twenties.  Retirement, 62.  It is always something with a number on it.  This is where life goes.  If we took the numbers away, we would all live life smoother.

He turns ninety five tomorrow.  Oh sure he needs someone to change him, feed him, and he doesn’t walk, talk, has no hair, no teeth and depends on someone just to get him through the day.  Life is a vicious cycle, isn’t it?