Watching My Son Watching Me Grow Old

Reflections from a distant mirror

Photo by Yoal Desurmont on Unsplash

There is something a little unusual in the age spread between my dad, me, and my son. We are each 40 years apart. My dad was 40 when I was born, and I was 40 when my son was born. I have a picture of the 3 of us when my dad is 80, I am 40, and my son is not even 1. I used to say that we are like those desert flowers that only bloom once every so…