The Upside Is That I’m Not Dead . . .Yet
Well, the day has come. I turn 40 today. Many women have a lot of baggage connected with this birthday, and I have several steamer trunks’ full.
- My life is already half over.
- Yeah, I know 40 is the new 30; tell that to the skin on my neck.
- I’m no longer considered a “young mom.”
- Hot flashes are on their way.
- I’m older and wiser, but would give that back if only my butt wasn’t saggy.
This is a time when logic and emotions just can’t seem to agree on anything. Logically, I know that I have lots of wonderful, fun times ahead. Emotionally, I think my life will never be as magical as now. Logically, I know that I can still do anything I want with my life. Emotionally, I feel like my identity is wrapped up in being a mom and that’s going to be over way too soon. Logically, I know I’ll never be dancing with Riverdance. Emotionally . . . OK, so the pain in my knees breaks through any emotions here.
Two things to be thankful for: I’m not becoming forgetful and, hey, I’m not becoming forgetful, right? If you need me, I’ll be spending the day eating nothing but butter cream frosting. A friend told me that if you ignore the spoon and eat with your fingers, there are no calories.
I'm so happy because the backs of my arms don't jiggle when I wave. Give it 35 years, baby.
