I just realized a couple of things about myself and how old I actually am. I think the ” I’m actually 39 years old” reality finally kicked in during the latter part of the week .
Like I said on my birthday post – I don’t act my age nor do I look like I’m 39. (Thanks for the great genes Mom and Dad ) But every year on my birthday , I start to think about my actual age, how fast my kids are growing up and that I’m really the age that I am.
I know I’m very blessed in all that I have experienced and have been given so far in my life and believe me I’m grateful for every second of it.
I also realized that some of my relationships are changing.
My kids are getting older and don’t need me as much any more. I don’t need to make school lunches, class parties, picking out clothes,etc for them anymore. I know that I will ALWAYS be their mom and they will also need me in their life. The conversations will them are more serious and more “adult -like”. Talking about boys, fears about the future, high school and college ,etc.
Also , my relationship with my husband is changing too. Please don’t read anything into this – I’m happily married and i love my husband dearly. Most of our married life has revolved around our daughters, the military and running our home. Now that our girls don’t need as much of our attention as they used to we find that we have lots more time to spend with each other. It’s not a bad thing just different. I find that its almost like getting to know each other again with someone I’ve known for over 15 years.
I know I’ll soon be heading into even more new territory as Kid 1 hits high school next year and Kid 2 begins puberty as well as my roles/identity will change as our family dynamic changes a bit. I’m embracing it and looking forward to it .
I learned a long time ago as a military spouse — that life is all about what you make it . I’ve got so many wonderful things to look forward to that I certainly can’t allow a little thing like age get me down.