I really can’t complain. Not even a little bit. I’m sure I could find something to gripe about – but I won’t. Not on this day. The day of my birth. Today, I will zoom in on all the good things in my life. I try to do that everyday but today is different. It’s my birthday. The day I came into this world knowing nothing and needing everything. The way my parents felt on that day – I get it now. Being a mom has a strange way of giving you a new perspective.
Today kinda crept up on me while I wasn’t looking. I am so focused on counting milestones in months, I hadn’t bothered to pay attention to my own milestone in years. This year, is a biggie. It’s one to be celebrated. I am the big 3-5. It looks funny there in black and white. I’m sure I’ll get used to it as I’ve gotten used to every year prior. It didn’t occur to me until about a week ago that this year is a milestone and I should have planned something to celebrate it. Duh! Well, that’s water under the bridge now.
Am I supposed to feel any different? I don’t. I remember feeling like 30 was over the hill and 35 was just plain grandma status. Clearly, I feel a little different now. I’m not sure what this age is supposed to look like but it’s not what I imagined. It’s better. For me, it’s been true what they say. I really started living when I turned 30. I’ve stepped into me and all that entails. I’m looking forward with great anticipation of what’s to come. The thought alone makes me just plain giddy. That’s just how happy I am about life.
When I used to complain about getting older my mother used to always tell me getting older is better than the alternative. I totally agree.
P.S. I’ve found that with motherhood, I don’t really have pictures of myself. Hmmm… wonder why? Yeah, so you get the two year old birthday pic of me when I was 8 months pregnant!
P.P.S. Yesterday, I got an early birthday present. There’s a picture of me & the Mr. next to a quote from me in the October issue of Brides magazine. Thirty-five is already looking awesome!