Grasping to my youth

Lately I find myself looking back in the depths of my memory to those times when I was young. I dream about my son playing baseball like I did so that I could watch him play. Or maybe even running track like me. Being a very involved child in sports and music. 

I find that I want those things back, but they're forever gone in my history. 

Some people desperately grasp to that youth by trying to slow down the process of aging. Starting a family late, looking for special creams to help, even resorting to surgery. 

Maybe youth equals a happier less stressful time in their life and they only remember it for the best. Hence the reason why they want to grasp to it so desperately. 

Or maybe it's a time when they felt the best about themselves. 

Whatever the reason they want that fountain of youth and never grow old. 

Today, however, I was able to really look at Little E and enjoy the youth he has. He's an intelligent little boy full of so much energy and innocence. 

I worry about his future when he grows older and that innocence is lost. But I dream about him being a fighter and enjoying his youth to the fullest. 

I think that was my reality check into adulthood (though I've been here a while) and suddenly realizing I can't slow down time. 

But I can sure enjoy it while I'm here.