By Gwen Rockwood, newspaper columnist and mama of 3
By the time these words make it into print, I’ll be a year older. Here’s a list of what I know:
- All I want for my birthday is to not have a party at Chuck E. Cheese.
- I carry Tums around in my purse in case pepperoni pizza doesn’t like me.
- In my twenties, the only things in my purse were lip gloss and Juicy Fruit.
- My birthday doesn’t seem like a big deal, but getting my kids registered for summer camp programs is a “can’t miss it” event.
- When my 7-year-old found out what year I was born, he acted like he couldn’t even imagine a time so long ago – like I was some sort of Mommy dinosaur.
- A person my age should not still be getting acne.
- Did dinosaurs get acne, too?
- If somebody could give me a birthday nap, I would love it.
- And I could really use it, too.
- But it’s tough to gift wrap a nap.
- Cake is always good, and nobody makes a better birthday cake than your own mother.
- The best birthday cake in the world is Mandarin Orange cake with Cool Whip frosting.
- My mom is coming to visit for my birthday.
- I’m hoping cake will be involved.
- I wouldn’t “do it all over again” even if I could.
- Growing up is hard, and one time around is plenty.
- Having said that, if I could regain the thighs and chest of my early twenties, I would appreciate them SO much more than I did back then.
- Muscle tone and perkiness are indeed wasted on the young.
- I still care what other people think.
- But I now realize I don’t need to care about what “everybody” thinks.
- It’s important to pick your people carefully.
- It seems like I should “have it all together” by now.
- Yet sometimes I’m at the complete mercy of a little girl wearing Dora the Explorer diapers.
- As 2-year-old bosses go, mine makes up for occasional defiance with a cute smile, a tight hug and a “Wuv you” before she goes to sleep at night.
- That gets me every time.
- This motherhood thing is not a bad gig, if you can get it.
- But you’ve got to deal with a lot of bodily fluids along the way.
- In my head, I don’t feel a day over 28.
- I wonder how old I’ll be when, in my head, I won’t feel a day over the age I am today.
- Brigitte Bardot once said “It’s sad to grow old, but nice to ripen.”
- I hope I’m ripening nicely and not turning brown and smelly on the kitchen counter.
- When my kids are teenagers, I don’t want them to think I’m ancient and completely out of touch.
- But they probably will, right? Because they’ll be teenagers and they’ll know everything by then.
- When people lie about their age, it implies that the years are something to be ashamed of instead of the gifts they really are.
- I’m okay with my age, and it’s on the record.
- Anybody who finishes this list is privy to the number. Happy Birthday to me and to all my fellow moms who are ripening along with me.
I can SO relate to this! 🙂
Happy belated birthday Gwen!