Looking Back

Yesterday I turned 35.

Pause for effect…

I am now 35 years old.

Take a breath…

I’m not exactly sure how I got to 35 but honestly, 25 seems forever ago. And while I’m certain that I’d never want those years back, I’m not so sure I’m ready to blow out the five candles that lead to 40.

I feel like this post should be momentous. A list of what I’ve learned over my 35 years on earth. Something profound and filled with wisdom. Unfortunately, or fortunately, depending on your outlook, that is not to be. It’s not because I haven’t learned anything about life these past years. The truth is, I’ve made enough mistakes to easily fill this page with all sorts of good advice I’ve never followed. Interestingly enough, though, when I look back on my life, the only thing that truly comes to mind is…

PHEW!

As in:

My kids seem happy and healthy in spite of me…Phew!

My husband is still here after 13 years of nagging…Phew!

My career gives me joy and freedom instead of stifling my spirit…Phew!

That’s not to say that I’m always content with my life, that I’ve never wondered how things might be had I made different choices. Would I still be happy had I not gotten married so young? What if we hadn’t had kids? Or didn’t have two? Why on earth did I go to nursing school anyway?

I think that I will always have moments of questioning. (I’m convinced it comes from those ridiculous “choose your own adventure” books I read as a child.) However, in spite of those questions, looking back on my life I love that I can say:

Yesterday, I turned 35.

Phew!

I am damn lucky.

 

Three Years of Amelia

image courtesy of her daddy

Amelia turned three this month.

It’s been a big year for her. She started school, got out of diapers, and discovered the Disney Princesses.

She is a full blown girlie girl, preferring tutus to pants and requesting pedicures on a regular basis. She loves to shop and is responsible for picking out several pieces in her ever growing wardrobe.

(I just cannot say bear to say no when she walks up to me with whatever frilly new thing has caught her eye.)

She can be maddening and wild with a temper too big for her little body. But she is also sweet and loving, revealing a heart much bigger than her temper.

As my baby girl gets older, I realize how much I love watching her grow. Seeing her react to the world around her fascinates me in a way I cannot describe. I am anxious (but not too anxious) to see who she becomes, as her personality reveals itself a little more every day.

I am totally overwhelmed by how much I love being the mother of this little girl.

 

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