Today my husband wished me a happy 29th birthday! A bit of a running joke in our house. When teaching Connor different facts about his life – how old he is , where he lives, etc. I tried to teach him the answer to how old mommy is is “29”. He just laughs and says “too many”!
I think that turning 29 was probably the most emotional birthday for me. The anticipation of turning 30! Now that I am officially over 40, I have come to appreciate that there are some benefits to getting older.
One: I am content. I don’t feel that sense of urgency to speed up time and get to to the next “thing” in life.
Two: I don’t feel like I am missing out on anything. I can stay in every Friday and Saturday night for a year and be quite happy about it!
Three: While it wouldn’t hurt to win the lottery and we won’t be retiring anytime soon. I feel like we as a family are self sustaining and independent. I feel like we are making good financial decisions and we are working well together as a couple to make those decisions.
Four: I feel like the rest of the world pretty much treats me like I am adult. I haven’t been the youngest in my office in a long time, but I often still felt it. I am not the youngest in my family by far, but I am no longer one of the kids.
Five: I am kind of okay with the squishy bits, the wrinkles and the gray hair. That is not to say that I am not purchasing products and scheduling appointments to prolong the inevitable, but I am not crying in the car in a parking lot after spying a new flaw. Just buying more wrinkle cream…