We are coming into birthday season around here at the Miss Elaine-ous household and it all begins with mine, two weeks from today.
I’m contemplating this one a little more than usual, I assume because I’m hormonal and partly because well… as this birthday approaches I realize I’m about to hit my “Mid” thirties.
I personally have never let my actual age, or number of years on this earth, bother me. I think it’s due to the fact that I’ve never felt old and I know I am not. Not yet anyway. Part of me still feels like the girl I was in high school (Facebook seems to help here…) and part of me feels tired and worn down (thrid pregnancy REALLY seems to help here).
I always like to quote my father who says that getting older is “better than the alternative,” meaning death of course.
But still, all that being said, entering my “Mid” thirties does seem a little older to me. And frankly it is. A little older than my current 33, right? (hee hee!) I believe part of these feelings stem from the fact that I will be 34 when this baby is born and my mother was only about 1.5 years older than me when I came into the world. I used to think that she was “old” when she had me, at least compared to my friends’ mothers. And for those days, 35 (actually, she was 3 weeks shy of 36) was a little older to have a baby.
But when I sit and think about the fact that I am (almost) 34, married to the love of my life and have two beautiful and healthy boys and another baby on the way, I can’t think of anymore that I could want. And every new year of my life brings new life experiences, new love and new happiness. So yes, my Daddy’s right, it MOST certainly is better than the alternative. By miles and miles and miles….