The same summer, this one that is unfortunately almost over, I turned thirty and my son turned ten. I think it was doing just one simple calculation that did it-made me feel older. If I am thirty and I have a ten year old (or "ten year-older"as my daughter would say), that means I've been a mom for a third of my life. I guess that little math equation just adds up to a big time investment.
As with all investments, the risk is huge! Any loss of either small person would result in a devestation immeasurable and unimagineable. But the pay off has been well worth it so far.....
I have a young son who opens my door for me nearly always and can sometimes beat me at chess. I have a young girl who is the blindingly bright light in all of my days, who is not afraid to make me laugh and insessently reminds me that she loves me. And I love her too.
I must add that I am not biased in those remarks, I would rant and rave about what an unfair world I lived in to deserve such horrible children and what a complete waste of an incredibly hefty investment they even were at all...if any of that were true. Well thankfully, it isn't.
Some things that also make me feel older are:
Actually getting hangovers
Not liking any of the latest clothes at Urban Outfitters
Enjoying and planning expensive vacations
Outgrowing old friends
Older is wiser, that's what they say. Oh, and I am wiser. But that is another Blog....maybe many.