So last week I celebrated my 40th birthday.I had planned on writing about it.
But, then my week disintegrated into extreme crazy, busy, craziness!
So here it is...
It's so hot outside that a girl has no choice, but to get on the computer and write a little.
I am 40.
Who knew that someday I would be as old as my mother?
I remember when my mom was 40.
And I decided I would never get that old.
Ever.
But...
Something happened.
I did some how, some way hit the big 4-0.
And I have decided that 40 is just a number.
It defines nothing.
And everything.
And here is what I would tell that 20 year old girl that refused to become 40.
Someday...
Someday you will be married, the mother of 4, living on the family compound.
You will be gardening and homeschooling.
You will be praying and baking.
You will be happy and thankful.
You will be a list maker and craft creator.
You will be perpetually late.
You will be "crunchy" and "green".
You will be goat wrangling and boy chasing.
You will be torn by the desire to keep all of your "chickies" at home, while forced to let them grow and leave.
You will be disliked by your teenagers. And not just a little...
You will be lucky and blessed.
You will be tired and stressed.
You will be forced to dig deep.
You will be forced to let go.
You will be amazed at the size in which your heart will grow.
You will be teaching, laughing, hoping, loving, working, training, hugging, kissing, reaching, sometimes crying, and most definitely praying.
You will be relieved to be 40.
You will be glad you are not 20.
You will have come to the realization that you won't always get to be the the funniest, cutest, sweetest, richest, skinniest, prettiest, smartest girl in the room.
And that's OK.
Unless of course you are dreaming...
Then, dream on.
But...
It's all good.
This is my year.
Maybe, I will...
Have one more baby.
Win a million dollars.
Travel the world.
Shave my head.
Throw away the TV.
Take a walk on the wild side...
Or maybe not.
Maybe I will just keep on keeping on in this same life.
My life.
The one that has been 40 years in the making.
The one I love.
The one I thank God for every morning and every night without fail.
The one I prayed for, wished for and hoped for.
The one I wouldn't change a thing for.
The one I have.
I am one lucky 40 year old. I have it all right here. Right now.
Except...
That one more baby part.
I hear that baby calling my name.
Yep, this is most definitely my year.
Happy Birthday to me.
40 is lookin' good.
Real good!
40 is definitely a Finer Thing.
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6 comments:
that baby that is calling your name. . .is probably mine. judging by how we are already getting along, i'm thinking i'll be sending him straight back to the sweet country compound to live. i'm sure you'll get along just fine.
What a wonderfully full post! Your 40 years have fine tuned you and created a powerful writer. This is one of those posts that I hope the writer keeps for their posterity. Yours are words that great-grandchildren and their children will cherish like no other.
I've enjoyed my visit so much, I guess you got yourself another fine follower on this Finer Things Friday.
Love this post! Visiting from the finer things friday link..
Dawn, I am ready for that baby anytime you need a break!
Sharon,
Thanks for stopping by and for the very sweet comment about my post. I am glad you are here.
Dawn,
Thanks for stopping by. Hope you enjoyed your time here. ;o)
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