I’ve heard people say that having (or being around) children keeps you young, and I suppose in some ways it’s true. After all, we parents do find ourselves playing with toys, drawing silly pictures and making ‘magic potions’. We act like kids at times, doing ridiculous things to make them giggle. Being able to embrace your inner child can certainly help in parenting, I’ve found.
But in terms of physical appearance at least, I think being a parent ages a person. Or it has done with me anyway! When I look back at photos of myself holding my infant firstborn I’d swear I look twenty years younger in the photos, not merely seven. Yes, nearly eight years of nappy changing, toddler tantrums and sleep deprivation have taken the youthful bloom off my skin and put dark shadows under my eyes. As for my body, all those hours I’ve spent on my hands and knees wiping food off the floor, or staggering under the weight of increasingly heavy children as I load them into cars (and hold them under one arm as I charge for the school gates) has done a number on my knees and my back.
What I hadn’t realised until recently though was the ageing effect that parenthood has had on my hands. This became clear to me the other day when I was playing cars with my toddler and he suddenly reached over, pointed at my knuckles and delightedly exclaimed, “Look Mummy! Dinsisaur!”
Old? I’m positively Jurassic!
What do you think? If you’re a parent, has it kept you young or aged you? Anyone else got any Jurassic features?