Sounding My Age

Having all the chickies in the nest for the last week has caused me to say the oddest things, like:

"Isn't this nice, to be together under the same roof?"
"This is fun, all six of us going out."
"Isn't this great, the whole fam in one place?"

For some reason, hearing these words come out of my mouth made me feel instantly older. Haven't these phrases been uttered by my mother, my grandmother? When did I reach their age? When did I start sounding like someone in another generation?

When I reached it.

Sigh. Though I don't feel any older, I'm still aging. I'm edging into the next generation. I guess I think of myself as eternally in my twenties until I realize I have a child that old. Yikes! Where did time go? And what can I do about it?

How about I just enjoy it? There is something good about every age, isn't there? I don't have to worry about losing baby fat left over from pregnancy ever again. I'm done with braces and middle of the night feedings. Gone are the days of awkward conversations with boys and figuring out how to be an adult. I no longer have to put off Christmas shopping until I get my bonus check two days before Christmas. Having a sick kid doesn't necessarily mean I'm bound at home. I can stay out as late as I want or go to bed as early as I please. I don't have to line up babysitters or be home at a certain time for the sake of the children. My wardrobe has expanded as my daughters have grown. I'm healthy enough to do anything I put my mind to.

Yep, this is a good age. And next year will bring something good and so will the year after that and every year to come. I only have to look for it. It's time to embrace my age and enjoy it.

Now remind me of all this when my birthday rolls around in a few weeks, okay?



Photo Credit: Vincent van der Pas