I'll be 27 this year. It hit me about 2 weeks ago that I'm just that much closer to 30. I have a kid. I'm a wife. My 10 year high school reunion will be next summer. Where in the world did all the time go? I'll admit I'm nervous about turning 30. And for someone that has never had a problem turning another year older, I feel really odd about it.
I began to realize that I'm getting older when I started listening to NPR. I take their politics with a grain of salt, but I'd rather listen to NPR than any other talk shows or the same songs being played over and over again on the other FM stations. But, I think it hit home the most when I started to think about what I'd like for my birthday this year. The first things that came to mind? A compost tumbler, lumber for raised beds/planters, a deck box, a new (to me) couch, a membership to Costco or our local recreation center (rec center would probably be better because we can walk to it, unlike Costco which is 45 minutes away), and bras (because the newest bra I have I bought before Calvin was born. I mean, really.)
The point here is not that I'm putting my birthday wishlist out for everyone to see so they will buy me things. Honestly. The point is that my wishlist no longer consists of Wellies, clothes, nail polish, mp3 players, concert tickets, etc. I want sensible, useful, practical things as gifts. What. The. Hell?!
Okay fine. So I watch Doctor Who and fantasize about David Tennant coming to swoop my family and I away in a Tardis for fabulous adventures. I still have dreams at night of being Wendy having the time of my life with Peter and the lost boys in Neverland. And I still like blanket forts and stuffed animals. But now I'd only go with David Tennant I could bring Charlie and Calvin. I read Peter and Wendy's adventures to Calvin before his bedtime and will, in turn, dream about it. Calvin has inherited my stuffed animals. And Charlie and I plan on teaching our son the vital importance of building blanket forts when he's old enough. So I guess I still get to live out my child-like tendencies through my son while I'm...growing up.
I'm sure this is something many young, first time parents go through. One day you're graduating high school. Then college is SUCH a big deal. Then you graduate and have to get a job. Paying your bills and having enough money left over for the concert next week makes you responsible. Then you're married and having a kid and you're right about where I am right now...
It's weird and conflicting and exciting and did I mention it's weird?
Elle
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