I had this moment today. I was driving in our new-to-us minivan, listening to some Carole King. I realized in that moment that I am older than I used to be. I know that comes as no shock to most, but I guess I still feel young enough some days to forget. Anybody? Am I the only one that thinks this way?
These moments have been coming more frequently… the times when other moms ask me for tips (HA!) or when I buy my gummy vitamins. I read about the late thirties when I was in my twenties and how it’s an easier time and you really “get” what matters and etc. etc. … But do you know what? It’s so true.
When I was in my twenties, there were so many things I wanted to tell my middle-school self. When I got married, there were so many things I wanted to tell my single self. When I had kids, there were so many things I wanted to tell my pre-kid self. In my thirties, I feel like I want to gather all of those selfs and just hug ’em.
I have become a hugger, a little bit. This is a strange new thing. I feel like everyone would be better off with a sweet hug. I want to have more time around the fire ring and less time in the social media ring. I want to spend more time with my family and less time with the crowd, because you guys-these years really do fly by. My mom always says if she could go back to any time in her life, it would be when we kids were younger. I feel like there may be some selective memory involved in that, but I kind of understand now.
I’m just going to be over here, my thirty-six year old self, looking how to style every new trend on Pinterest and walking for exercise and driving my minivan and listening to my Carole King. I think aging gracefully has less to do with appearance and more to do with perspective. There is peace in this valley and in these sweet seasons.