In about a month I will turn 37. I had to do the math in my head before I typed it because apparently when you get my age you lose track of how old you are unless it is a big one.
I have never been one to freak out about my age. Turning 30 didn’t phase me in the least. I have no fear about 40 nearing (mainly because 40 is the new 30). I haven’t paid much attention to a birthday since I turned 21.
I came into my own in my 30s. I am confident as a mom, confident as a wife, confident in my self. Do I still question my parenting decisions? Well if you read my blog you know I do. But I don’t dwell on it like I used to. It doesn’t paralyze me.
I am fine with the fact that I am not a crafty mom. Cause I can play a mean air guitar in our family band. I am not the mom who serves her kids warm cookies when they come home from school. But I do rock at hiding kale in their smoothies without them noticing. And I’m not the cool mom who lets her kids stay up late watching whatever they want on TV. But I hope I’m the mom who will listen when my kids need to talk.
In a week I will celebrate 11 years of marriage. We are in our groove there too. Marriage takes work, for sure. But we have learned that staying on top of our marriage, checking in with each other frequently, and making sure we stay connected in the craziness of kids, work and our schedule is the key. I am comfortable in my role as Ryan’s wife and thankfully have a husband who lets me know I am appreciated.
When I look in the mirror I am getting better at making peace with what stares back at me. This belly birthed three of the most gorgeous babies on the planet. These wrinkles around my eyes are from a life spent smiling. And the gray hairs. Well screw the gray hairs, that is what a good stylist is for.
So as I stare down 40 which is just around the corner I say bring it on. I wouldn’t go back for anything. And anyway, I make “old” look good. (I hear humility comes in your 40s……..)