How do I feel about today being my 34th birthday? A little uncomfortable, to be honest. It's a weird one. I didn't even flinch when I turned 30, but I've have endless anxiety and sleepless nights over the past couple of months leading to 34. I have not the faintest clue why.
I don't really feel any older or any wiser. I certainly don't look much older...for some reason I was blessed with some crazy genetics that keep me looking 12. I get asked for identification any time I purchase lotto or alcoholic beverages. I think a lot of people would love to be able to complain about the same.
Perhaps what is so distressing to me is that this milestone of 34 marks ten years of being a parent. I think a part of me is scared that my children are getting older and my 10 year old son will be an adult in less years than I have had him in my life. This just blows my mind. My son is a pre-teen. What the eff...he even has a cell phone. I was in my LATE 20's when I finally got myself a cellphone. Granted, his phone functions as an iPod and he can't make calls on it. He does send me cute little iMessage texts, though, like: "hi mom, I hope you had a good day at work." It's sweet.
I'll go with that. I think my main problem is definitely that I am not ready for my little kids to become big kids.
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About Me
- Theresa
- I live in a world that includes diseased unicorns and fairies. I have a wealth of cynicism and good looks. I enjoy rainy days and long walks on polluted beaches. I can find the ridiculousness in most situations, especially anything involving my children.
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