And it wasn’t easy. 40 was tough for me to celebrate because it somehow seems so adult, so “sunset years,” and I still don’t feel like an adult, let alone middle-aged. Now, this happened in October, so why am I wiring about it now? Sometimes it takes things awhile to process – go figure!
- When my mom was this age, she had a six year old. How in the hell she did that, I will never know, because if I had to be chasing around a first grader right now?… I just don’t know…
- When my grandpa was this age, my dad wasn’t even born yet. Different times back then, but still… YIKES.
- The Boy is now a teenager (technically, and physically. Even a little mentally, too). He will have turned 20 by the time I “graduate” to the next decade… YIKES.
- The Man will be in his 60s by that same time… YIKES.
- Half a lifetime ago, I was in college.
- I have been a mom for as long as I was in public school.
All of this adds up to me feeling much more mortal, and it’s not an easy feeling. Couple that with feeling more aches and pains than I used to, an amazing ability to put on weight, and getting tired more easily, and I wonder sometimes how much longer I have.
But The Man is happy that, at least for the next few years, we are in neighboring decades. And when I’m with him, I don’t worry too much about how old I am. 🙂