Last week, I wasn’t feeling very well and asked my oldest daughter
(she’s 13) to stay home and sit her sisters, including Mini-me.
"But, you said you’d bring her?"
Whoopsie.
"Um…well…you know, I’m old and guess I forgot."
So, I allowed Mini-Me’s little friend play with my cell phone and I
spent the next 2 hours, squirming on very hard bleachers and trying to
stay warm with my vanilla chai, at my 8-year-old son to his baseball
practice.
"I don’t know what it is, really, besides the fact that I’m turning 43 and feeling, you know, very hormonal!"
Okay, I’m not one of the youngest mothers, anymore, but I soon found out that I wasn’t the oldest, either.
"Yeah, well, just wait until you hit 50!"
Whoopsie.
"Gosh, but you look great!"
It’s true – I would have guessed her to be no more than, well, my age – but, am often told that I, you know, look much younger, too!
"I’m only 35, but I hope I can look as good as you guys, when I’m your age."
Oh, well – this would be one of those "younger" mothers, I was
telling you about – although, she’s very cute, blonde and perky, I
suddenly had a flashback and imagined her as a big old purple dinosaur,
singing:
"The more we get together, I hate her, can’t stand her…the closer I get to menopause…the grumpier I’ll be."
What is it with some women?
"What’s your secret?"
[eyes go wide]
"Uh…what do you mean?"
She placed both hands on her hips, and even pouted her lips, a little, and I couldn’t believe that she actually looked, cuter!
"You know…keeping up with four kids…finding the time…and still look happy and all?"
Oh, that.
"Oh, I’m not all that…just sorta…you know…a little brain dead from watching too much baseball!"
No – I don’t think that I’m very funny, either – having kids has
pretty much cured me of ever having to worry about how I look, to other
people, at the moment.
What with a letter, like this?
Dear Mom,
Happy 25th birthday. Haha! Can I ask for more of a mother? No!
You are the greatest. I thank you for bringing me into this world, and
for coming into this world yourself! Today is all about you, which it
basically NEVER is! Today, just sit back…relax…and let your muffins
do the talking. Feel free to have us spoil you…even though I might
push you in the pool…just kidding, or am I? Well anyway, happy
birthday Mom and even if you wake up to be a grumpy, cranky old woman,
I’ll still love you. Be sure to keep away from Dad, because he is sure
to give you (43) 25 whacks. Stay happy! For as long as you can!Love always and forever,
Thing Two
Not to mention, this:
Dear Mommy,
Happy Birthday! 43, huh! Guess what, I got you a present. It’s me, your son, Little Man!
Oh, and this:
Happy Birthday, Mom. You are 43!
Love, Mini-Me
Finally, the one that made me cry:
Time passes by,
As quick as can be,
Because all of a sudden,
You’re 43!
But, that doesn’t matter,
At all to me,
Because you’re my Mom,
And that’s all I see.
Love,
Thing One
See, I’m not in denial – not with four kids constantly reminding how
old I "really" am – it’s just that I believe that women shouldn’t worry
so much about our age and that you youngsters should trust me when I
tell you that turning 43 sounds much worse, than it really is.
Sort of.
