Well, here it is...the eve of my birthday. On the way to my son's hockey game tonight, I reminded him that tomorrow is my birthday, and I would be 42. He said, "Oh, it's not that bad, you're still fabulous." And that right there, simply stated, is one of the reasons he is so special.
When birthdays or holidays or a new year roll around, I tend to get to thinking, which isn't always a good thing, but today I'm thinking about age, and how it really is just a number.
I am young enough to have a 10 year old
But old enough to have a 20 year old.
I am young enough to still want a baby
But old enough to remember that my 1st baby is the age I was when I was expecting him.
I am young enough to jump on the trampoline with my youngest nieces and nephews
But old enough to worry about the possibility of an E/R visit if I fall during one of my flips.
I am young enough to still enjoy the occasional late night out with friends
But old enough to pay for it for two days.
I am young enough to still want a Mustang convertible
But old enough to know they are impractical with a family and snowy weather.
I am young enough to wear some of the new styles in clothing
But old enough to know that these same styles were cool 25 years ago.
I am young enough to still go to parent-teacher conferences at the elementary school
But old enough to realize that many of my children's teachers are younger than me.
I am young enough to still enjoy going to the beach
But old enough to look for a spot next to the fat lady in the bikini.
I am young enough to still have little ones at home
But old enough to be reminded that they are not little.
I am young enough to still be up on the latest styles, music and slang
But old enough to not really understand it all.
I am young enough to still enjoy my birthday
But old enough to not really want to be reminded of the number.
Or the fact that the "you're still fabulous" comment was later followed up with the question "So are you middle aged now?"