Today is my birthday! My thirtieth.
And guess what? I'm cool with it! No freaking out, my life is over, I'm soooo old, mid-life crisis melo-drama. I don't feel old. I feel great! I'm actually a little excited to begin my thirties. I know, I'm the weirdest person ever.
Really though. I had an awesome time in my 20s. I learned to scuba dive, graduated college, got married, bought a house, worked a few jobs, quit a few jobs, had two of the most beautiful children, traveled outside of the U.S. for the first time. Really cool things. And although those things are great, I'm ok with leaving them behind and looking forward.
Having babies has been beautiful, but it has also been tough. I know some of you can do anything and everything
you ever wanted to do even with children in tow or left with relatives,
but that's not me. I've been accused of making things more difficult for myself. Maybe I have, but I say, I'm an attachment parenter. Take it or leave it, that's what I am and where my conscience lies, but that's a different post altogether.
As I'm getting older, so are my kids. And I'm looking forward to more flexibility. I'm ready to travel more, both inside and outside the U.S. and yes, with my kids. Maybe later on, without. I'm looking forward to dating my husband again.
I'm looking forward to seeing our dream of having a homestead come to fruition. It has taken us most of our 20s to realize that's what we want. We are saving for it and I hope to see it happen sometime in my 30s.
I know more about who I am now and who I want to be. I understand my needs and my wants more than I ever have. That being said, I'm excited about being that person and learning even more about her.
I love my children and try to delight in them everyday. I'm not hurrying them along in the least, but I am excited to see them grow. I can't wait to see what the next ten years brings in our relationships as mother and daughter.
So, anyway, I say. Why boo-hoo about getting older? I'm thirty and I'm going to own it!