Tomorrow’s my birthday. It’s not a milestone…42. Far enough past 40 to be dealin’ with it and not close enough to 50 to be frettin’… yet.
I’ve been thinking about my life and whether or not I’m where I thought I’d be at this point in my life.
I’m happy to report that by and large, I am.
When I was a little girl and someone asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up, I would say a mommy and a wife. That’s the order I listed them in, even though I believe whole-heartedly that the two should be achieved in the reverse order.
Check. And check.
I’m a mommy to four AMAZING children. (See Thursday’s post)
I’m a wife to an AMAZING man. (See the previous Thursday’s post) And, for the record, we were married 6 years before the mommy part happened.
The icing on the cake is that I’m a mostly stay-at-home mom. I substitute teach once in awhile, but since it’s really up to me whether or not I work on any given day, I don’t really count it as a job.
I have a cozy little house with a not-too-big mortgage.
I have good friends and a loving extended family.
I’m healthy. So is my family.
I have a strong faith in God which gets me through the tough times.
So if the birthday itself isn’t a milestone, what has brought on this reflective mood? The milestone that I am facing this year: My 20-year class reunion–from college. How in the heck did that happen? After all, I’m not old enough to have done anything 20 years ago, right?! That’s how I feel, anyway.
I have some work to do between now and October. I plan to go to the reunion. I do not plan to go 45 pounds heavier than I was when I left.
Wish me luck and while you’re at it, you can wish me a happy birthday, too!