Whew! What a weekend. The celebrating felt like it may never come to an end. Particularly in the food department. I may have gone a little overboard in my indulgences because I fell asleep on the couch much before any child’s bedtime last night. The sign of a heavy amount of carbs right? But in between Avalon’s birthday and Mother’s Day, I turned 30.
In many ways I have felt 30 for a while now. I think it might be the four kids, ten years of marriage, and ten moves in my twenties thing. But who knows. I am actually very excited about 30. If you know me in real life then you know that I don’t give a damn about aging. I don’t care about the wrinkles on my forehead…although the bangs may help a bit. The stretch marks on my stomach. The varicose veins on my left ankle. It all just doesn’t bother me. I feel like I earned them all in my twenties. Like little badges of honor.
I have always been the kind of person that has the attitude of let’s keep it moving. I tend to not care about a lot of things. Which is a blessing and a curse. I am very self aware and confident. Not in a conceited way, just in a, I know who I am kind of way. I know that my dry humor and over use of the F word is not for everyone. I am okay with that. I know that my style of mothering is not for the faint of heart, and I am fine with other moms who judge it. I know that my boldness and honesty in a friendship is an acquired taste.
But if there is one thing my twenties taught me, it is quality over quantity. I don’t have time for a lot of friends. But I make time for the friends who understand that. The same goes with family. As sad as it is, I don’t have time to worry about the people that don’t want to be apart of me and my family’s life. Is it sad? Of course. But you have to keep it moving. My kids don’t care about any of that, they only care about the six breakfasts that they are going to ask for in the morning.
I feel like your twenties are your learning curve years, a time filled with sink or swim moments. Or at least the last ten years of my life have been that way. I changed so much in my twenties, and learned so much as well.
Although, one thing that I would love to learn is how to keep a plant alive. Because somehow I can keep these four alive, but a plant can’t survive a week in my house. So….I hope 30 brings about my green thumb! And maybe a few more vacations.