At 35 (as of June 25th) I am definitely not the “young new mommy” I was at 25. I have been seasoned a bit– by having 3 kids, 6 moves, and a husband who went through rehab. I wouldn’t say I am happy about what those events have done to my body, but I am pleased at who I have become in spirit…. I am stronger. I can see a situation and realize that there is hope, not all is lost, there is a tomorrow. Today’s reality does not define me, tomorrow’s destiny does. There is a world out there to be discovered, explored, and it is waiting for me. I will not look behind me, I will only push ahead, in 10 years I hope to be stronger, bolder, and more seasoned than I am today. Life has a strange way of sorting it all out in the end, we need to let the small things go, and fight only the battles that are necessary for our survival. We need to raise our brood to be accomplished and kind and brave. Teaching them to cherish their young, to run in the rain, to write poetry. For only too soon, we will be the elders….looking back on a life that has been lived, seasoned to the fullest, and better than it ever was at 35.
Our life is what we make of it. That’s one of my favorite sayings. It’s amazing already the changes that we’ve made. I don’t feel old. I do feel that I have much to learn, and often truly do learn something new each day. Fifty seems old to me and a long ways off, but I’m sure it won’t be long that I’ll be there. At one time, 36 seemed like a lifetime away.
Beautiful.