Friday, June 6, 2008
Happy Birthday to me...29 again!??!
For those of you who are interested, today is my birthday. I was born on June 6, 1970 (I'll let you do the math to figure out how old I am) and it seems to be passing just like any other day. Although I guess I am feeling a little nostalgic, and thinking about a few different things that I find interesting. I have spent more than half my life with my darling husband, Shawn. He and I started dating when I was 17. My brother-in-law's mother-in law is 50, which is only 8 years older than my husband. My 20 year high school reunion is next weekend -- this does not seem possible. Sometimes I still feel as young as the 16 year old kid cruising around with her friends on Saturday nights. My kid brother will be 30 this year -- this also does not seem possible. Shawn is the same age now that his mother was when he and I started dating -- that is really outrageous. I don't feel old, I just find all these things a little troubling. I discovered today, that it's not my age that bothers me, or how old I get, it's the ages of my children that overwhelm me. Where has the time gone? John will be 15 in July, and a freshman in high school. What happened to my 1st baby? In four short years, he will be venturing out on his own. And Tommie will be 13 next January -- we will have 2 teenagers on our hands. And the little ones, now officially 4, 3, and 2 years old, will all be in grade school in the blink of an eye. These facts are what are most bothersome to me. But what can I do? Nothing, except help them to learn, laugh, and love and hope that the most important job I will ever have in my life is being done well. So I will go on with the cooking, the cleaning, the laundry, the diapers, the bills, the shopping, the driving, and of course the ball games. And try to enjoy each minute as much as I possibly can.