Yesterday was the first day of my 40's, and although I expected the worst I was pleasantly surprised. The day was not nearly as traumatic as I had anticipated. While I'm still not thrilled about the new number, I was overwhelmed with loving and supportive emails, phone calls and cards. It is impossible to wallow when surrounded by supportive friends and family.
Although Timmy was totally unphased by the
festivities, Robby is at an age where he thoroughly embraces every
aspect of celebrations. He woke up and smothered me with exactly 40
kisses. (It took him awhile, but it was well worth the wait!) He then
treated me to breakfast by making me an Eggo waffle and a glass of
water. By the time he was ready for school he had probably wished me a
Happy Birthday at least a dozen times.
enthusiasm was not limited to home. As soon as he walked into his
classroom he informed his teacher, the principal and all of his
classmates that it was my birthday. He then offered up my age, prefacing
it by declaring that I'm still "not as old as Mr. Bill, but getting
pretty darn close." His friends, whose parents were probably in their
20's, were dumbfounded by the fact that I am 40. Several of the girls
remarked that I'm almost as old as their grammies. I was going to take
issue with the comparison, but I ended up just smiling and saying thank
Although I wasn't delighted by being referenced as a "grammy," I decided to stop making myself miserable by hyper focusing on the number. Taking care of Timmy yesterday morning, I realized it is impossible to feel old and decrepit when holding a sweet newborn on your chest.
I have to remain vibrant and energetic simply because my boys deserve an engaged and active mom. I have decided to completely disregard the dreaded number. I just don't have time in my schedule for being middle age!
My mom came down to spend the day and night, allowing me to
sleep through the night. After not sleeping for several days, being
able to rest for more than a few minutes at a time feels like a true
luxury. Scott bought me a beautiful Mother's ring, featuring Robby's and
Timmy's birthstones. Although I still hate the number, I had a wonderful birthday.