Because It's About To Be My Last Year in the 40s, and I'm Trying to Get My Head Around Time, Age, and Parallels

I've been nerding out a bit, more because I'm trying to get a grip on time, but also because it interests me historically. I've been playing the game of, "I am now the age my parents were when  they....," and now I'm able to play, "Chitunga is the age right now I was, when I started to..."

It's crazy to comprehend. When my mother gave birth to me, it was my 2nd year as a teacher (I know that sounds weird, but I'm talking about age). In my 6th year of teaching, I was the age my father was when he had me. When I finished my doctorate, I was the age my dad was when I was in 3rd grade. My first year of teaching, I was the age that Chitunga is now (we both started our careers at the same time). 

When Chitunga was 11, he was the age I was when I had Mr. Finster, my last year at Cicero Elementary. It's crazy to think about. When I am the age my mother is now, Chitunga will be 52 years old. In 2031, Chitunga will be the age when I knew I needed a career shift and went to Syracuse to get my doctorate. 

This is all to say that all three are VIP to me, and I keep them in sight whenever I'm working (as they are on my wall of inspiration)(Funny. Mom looks like Jacob Charles here)(but also like Karen Perra). 

I'm also trying to date the year this photo was taken, as the only copy I could find is the one hanging beside me. 

This just in...I will officially be the same age tomorrow that my father was when I graduated high school in 1990 ... the age my mother was when I graduated from Binghamton. I'm two years older now than my was when I moved to London as a 19 year old (and I worry about Tunga staying out too late....I left the nation. Unbelievable)

I'm tripping out now, too, because I'm able to chart Tunga's age in the same reign of my parents. My mind is sort of bugging. I'm too slow this morning to put all these numbers in Cynde, Casey, Mike, Dave, Nikki, Dylan, Shaun, Jake, Abu, Lossine terms...but perhaps they can. 

And I think the age my dad was when I was a sophomore is also the year I was when Chitunga graduated high school. 

Rollin! Rollin! Rollin on the River.