Today’s my birthday.
Let’s just say I still have a couple more years ’til the big 4-0.
They say you are only as old as you feel. Oh, crap.
It is probably just coincidence, but since having a kid, I get aches in muscles I never knew existed. I am ready for bed by 9:30pm. I never used to drink coffee. And I remember I only had 3 or 4 grey hairs. Some days she wears me down mentally, as well as physically.
I some ways, I feel much older.
But don’t get me wrong — I wouldn’t trade my daughter for the childless life. I mean, I think that’s part of the reason we had a child when we were older. We wanted to make sure we did (at least some of) the things we wanted to do while we were young and free.
Plus, I tend to overlook the ways my daughter keeps me feeling young… She allows me to play up my silly side to its fullest potential. And raising her makes me realize that I am not old and wise. In fact, some days I feel like I know nothing at all.
I am not at the point yet where I dread each birthday. That being said, I am not at the age where I look forward to each birthday, either!
Do I think life would have been easier if we had kids when we were younger? In some ways, yes. But, I don’t regret waiting. I think we made the right decision. However, I am getting (and feeling) older. And now we are dicussing another one (I better hit the gym!).
As long as she/they are out of the house by the time I retire…
If anyone wants a cupcake, I have some at my desk. Now, where’s my birthday loot??