M.I.T.C Musings: Age
Next month I’m going to be 35 years old and while I’m totally cool with that, I really do embrace every year that I get to blow out candles on my cake, I’ve noticed that as I move into my mid thirties I’ve really started to enjoy spending time by myself. I used to be that girl who had to be around people all of the time. Every day/night that I had open I’d plan a meet up or an outing of sorts and it was fun. It felt good to be busy and enjoying myself socially and, at the time, it really felt like living.
Now that I’m nearing 35 I’ve started to notice that I crave the need to be alone more than being out or busy. The truth is, some nights I’d rather be having a bath and watching Sex and the City on my lap top on the bathroom counter than going out for a delicious amazing dinner with hilarious friends. I want both for sure, but somehow the loner in me is coming through a bit more as each year passes.
I know that nothing quite marks time like watching children grow up, they are a visual reminder of time and change. Today I was heading into Target with the kids when we caught the eye of a stout elderly lady who ran up to us at a slow steady ‘I want to talk to you!’ speed. It turns out that she did want to talk to us (of course) and after admiring the two cuties she told me to enjoy every moment because one day they grow up and they leave you.
I know this is true and many people have told me the same thing over the last 5.5 years of my parenting gig. I know their teeny tinyness has a time limit and I really try to embrace their time being so little. If one day later on this turns out to be my story too I will want to know that I had no regrets from our years together when they were young. I don’t claim to be the perfect parent who never loses her cool, instead I’m a realistic parent. Sometimes I lose my cool and feel like the day is really rather long and other moments happen where I get a different perspective.
It’s true, our babies really do grow up. They finish kindergarten and get taller and correct you on your knowledge of the life cycle of the butterfly. There are many moments in from 0-5 that feel like forever and are exhausting, but I’m guessing that the older I get the more I will forget those long days and remember more of the sweet moments I spent with them.