In a couple of weeks, I’ll be in a total depression because it will be my birthday. The thing is, birthdays themselves aren’t so bad–presents, cake. I can get into that. And the symbolism of the
I remember some of these milestones with my parents. Remember teasing them mercilessly when they were 40, 50, 60, 70. And what goes around comes around. My kids, who are as bratty to me as I was to my parents, are merciless, too. But the funny thing is, when my 33 year-old had her birthday a few months ago, I actually heard her complain that she was getting old. It made my day, because I never complained about age while I was in my 30s, which means at her age, she’s older than I was at the same age. It gives me ammunition!
You know what, though? I wouldn’t trade my age. Sure, I’d like to knock off some wrinkles, not have to restore my natural hair color every few weeks. But I suppose I’ve earned the wear and tear. The thing is, while the presents and birthday cake are good, I really do like the wisdom and experience that come with time. Makes me feel Yoda-ish.
I love the words from the Stevie Nicks song, Landslide: But time makes you bolder. Children get older. I’m getting older, too. So, while I’m not overly thrilled that the person who looks back at me from the mirror every morning is getting older, and I’m not always the best sport about the teasing, I am good where I am, where time makes me bolder, because it allows me to do what I love. Sure, it would be nice to think I could take my writing career and dial back the clock to 28 or 30, but realistically, I don’t think I’d have had much to say that anybody would care to read. So in a couple of weeks, think a kind thought, eat a piece of birthday cake for me, and embrace your own wisdom and experience rather than fretting your chronological advancement. It beats the alternative... another wrinkle caused by all the fretting.
Before I toddle off into the sunset, let me just say that I had a book come out July 1st, titled Doctor, Mommy...Wife? It’s available in all the usual places.
Until next time, wishing you health and happiness and a few less gray hairs than I have.