Thoughts About Birthdays

Last year, on m 30 birthday,  I vowed to be forever 29. Recently my thoughts have changed. My grandmother, who is with Jesus 5 months now, was always proud of her age. She counted every birthday as a blessing and never shied away from telling her years. (Weight however is sacred. A lady never discusses her weight.)

What's so great about the 20's anyway? Well, there was plenty. I graduated college with a B.A. in Mass Communication, got married to a truly awesome man, got my first "real" job, left the workforce to care for our 2 beautiful babies and a host of other things that I might remember if I ever bothered to write some of these things down.

Then again, I also learned that marriage is difficult, entry level positions pay very little, pregnancy is not that fun, living below a standard that you are accustomed to is also not so fun, babies run you ragged, vacations and freetime are rare and life in general is hard. Here's a cliche. 'Cry me a river.'

There's really no point in longing for days gone by. So what if I'm too old to audition for American Idol, I wasn't going to anyway. And so what if I'm not as 'trim' as I was a 24. I've had 2 babies, gimmie a break. I don't want to be in college forever. And really, 20K a year doesn't put food on the table. The 30's bring the 'experienced pay grade' (We hope). We've got each other, we've got our children, and we have a business to grow. So I'm looking forward to what the future holds.

My pastor, as I'm sure all of your pastors do, often reminds us that we are not promised tomorrow. With that in mind I rejoice for today because each day is indeed a blessing and a gift. I choose to embrace the years God gives me just as my dear grandmother taught me. So look out world....I'm 31!