The sky is falling!
The sky is falling!? There is turbulence in the air. Don’t you feel it? The earth’s plates are shifting, there is a vortex spiraling above us. Oh, maybe it’s just me. The sky may not be falling but I AM getting older, aka “old”. In less than 2 weeks I’ll be saying goodbye to my 30’s and will be turning <gulp> 40. I have friends my same age with Grandkids and some wishing for Grandkids! And here I am with an 11 year old, a 4 year old and a 1 year old.
I remember being a dumb teenager and thinking that 30 was SO old…. I was certain that I would never see 30. Why the doomsday prediction? Stupid youth is all. I just had no idea that I would not just “like” my 30’s but would love it. I wonder what the younger me would’ve thought about her upcoming 40th birthday? I bet I would have shuddered and imagined assisted living and wheel chairs.
Although I’m very pleased that I waited to have my babies until I was “ready”, I’ve wondered if I’ll have to hire a younger, hipper looking woman to stand in for me as Nathan’s “mother” when he graduates from high school. I still plan on attending but maybe in the role of grandmother. Will it embarrass him to have a mom old enough to be his “young” grandmother?
In reality despite of my “sky is falling” pretend attitude, I don’t believe that “40″ is old. I will (surprisingly) miss my 30’s. That was an earth shaking, thrill ride of a decade for me. I met and married my wonderful husband, enjoyed the success of a fabulous career, and discovered the joys and pride of motherhood. I was wise enough and lucky enough to say goodbye to my career and embrace being home to raise my boys. I’ve gained a maturity that allows me to be a responsible parent and one that really allows me to enjoy the decisions that I’ve made.
I’ve just decided I’m not embracing my age. NO way, no how. I’m fighting it tooth and nail. It’s just a number and although the sky isn’t falling, I can still create a ripple of my own on this planet. I’m going to make 40 the new “30″. I’m going to hold my head up high and be proud of all the experiences that got me here. After all, I AM here. That in itself is a gift.
It’s not the sky that is falling, it’s our boobs! And, remember, 40 is the new 30 and Nance, WE ARE fabulous.. my girls are only 13, 6 and 3.. and I will ALWAYS, always, always be here.. for you and your kids.. I love you! You are becoming quite the comedian in your old age.
I can relate to a lot of this. I am 35 and got married and had both my precious boys in my 30s. I sometimes wonder how it’ll be to be one of the older moms (most of my friends children are teens or preteens and my boys are both under age 2). Thanks for the comment on my post. I am glad to know it’s a stage. Makes it hard to feed them though huh?
I too, will be turning the dreaded 40 this year!
Sounds so old, but at least I don’t feel it. I feel better about my health and life than I have ever felt!
Quote of the Day:
“It’s just a number and although the sky isn’t falling, I can still create a ripple of my own on this planet.” – Nancy Long