I just recently celebrated my birthday and the funny thing is, I don't feel like I have gotten any older. The 18-year-olds look younger and the 40-somethings look older, but I feel the same. I know that this is probably just my perception, but I honestly feel like I did when I was in college - just a lot wiser and probably in better shape!
AGE IS JUST A NUMBER
Age is just a number, that my husband reminds me, fairly often, is larger than his number. The fact is, I am 7 1/2 months older than John and it's a bit inconvenient from my perspective. I hit all the big milestones months before him, he "brags" about marrying an "older woman" and anytime a childhood memory comes up in conversation, he immediately states that whatever age I was at the time, he was one year younger - given than his birthday is near the end of the year and mine is towards the beginning.
I SPECIFICALLY REMEMBER TURNING 10
I was standing at the bottom of the stairs - my brother ran down the stairs, probably skipping 3 at a time, to wish me a happy birthday and then said, "You're in the double-digits now!". I remember how accomplished I felt, yet at the same time, still so small and a bit unsure. To this day, I still feel like I'm 10. I have strangely retained that, "I can do anything!" mentality, which can be both a blessing and a curse. The bit of Irish blood in me may have something to do with that. When I take my boys grocery shopping, we go to the farthest freezer lane, with both boys hanging on to the cart, we wait until the isle empty, then I run as fast as I can, hurling us down the isle at breakneck speeds (at least that's how it feels). My boys love it and beg me to do it again and again. Guess who has the biggest smile... Me!
ADULTING IS HARD
Adulting is hard, especially now that acting with maturity and sophistication is referred to as "adulting". How annoying is that? Sometimes I want to throw a temper tantrum in the middle of my office or sneak a cookie before dinner. Sometime I want to play all day and then stay up late into the night, until I can't keep my eyes open, and then have my Mommy carry me to bed and tuck me in. There is nothing like the warmth and comfort of your Mom's arms wrapped tightly around you. Growing up is hard.
Having my boys makes life that much sweeter. Here is what they made me for my birthday. It's far better than anything that could have been bought at the store. I'll be sure to report how the coupon redeeming goes.
Although I am a year older, I try not to harp on the number. Like they say, it's better to celebrate becoming a year older than the alternative. I couldn't agree more!
From ages 1 to 101...
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