By Gwen Rockwood, newspaper columnist and mama of 3
My husband and I were born five years and two days apart in March. Since it’s birthday season again, here are 52 things I’ve noticed about turning 52.
- Numbers are not my thing.
- I struggle to remember the exact age I am during any given year.
- Has this ever happened to you?
- My shortcut is to ask Tom how old he is and then subtract five.
- If Tom isn’t around, I subtract 1973 from the current year and attempt to do the math in my head.
- But I inevitably screw it up during the “carry the one” part.
- So, I resort to using the calculator app on my phone.
- Tom tells me this is the year I turn 52 and he turns 57.
- This is also our first birthday season as empty nesters.
- We’ve had a little more than six months to adjust.
- But we still have mixed emotions about it.
- This new peace and quiet is sometimes wonderful and relaxing.
- And sometimes eerie and sad.
- It’s hard to know how the quiet will hit us on any given day.
- One of the good things about having fewer people in the house is how much easier it is to keep the kitchen clean.
- Sometimes it takes nearly a week to fill the dishwasher.
- When our three kids were here, it only took about 40 minutes.
- Another perk? We have time to take better care of ourselves.
- Walking is one of our favorite medicines.
- Because it makes us more agreeable humans.
- When Daylight Saving Time began, we celebrated with a long walk listening to a great audio book on a gorgeous 70-degree day.
- Our middle-aged Corgi didn’t go with us.
- He’s a homebody with an intense fear of mailboxes.
- He was never attacked by a mailbox, so we can’t explain the weird phobia.
- Last week while I was traveling, Tom coaxed the Corgi to go on a walk with him.
- The dog made it past several menacing mailboxes.
- He almost enjoyed himself.
- But then his short Corgi legs got worn out after several blocks.
- So Tom had to walk home carrying a 25-pound loaf of dog in his arms.
- Carrying a tired dog home is a form of weight training, which is another thing we should be doing in our 50s.
- Doctors say we should also be able to get up after sitting on the floor without using our hands.
- It’s so much harder than it sounds.
- You might think you’re in relatively good shape.
- But you may change your mind after trying to get off the floor with no hands.
- One of my recent attempts required not only hands, but also rolling over to a knee, then holding on to a nearby counter to accomplish it.
- I didn’t make it look easy
- And I could feel the dog judging me.
- How much walking, weight training, balance exercise, and stretching does it take to become a middle-aged maven who can spring up off the floor like a jack-in-the box?
- I bet it’s a lot.
- So for now, I’m trying to not end up on the floor in the first place.
- Other than all the upkeep we have to do for our middle-aged bodies, Tom and I like this phase of our lives.
- Even when the kids aren’t here, we still have plenty in common.
- We like hanging out with each other.
- We laugh a lot.
- And we’re still learning how to be better versions of ourselves.
- We love having a front row seat to watch our kids live their lives.
- We try to eat our popcorn and give opinions only when asked.
- It’s their story to write, not ours.
- We’re just supporting characters who once changed their diapers.
- And we’ll love them no matter what plot twists come their way.
- Overall, we’re lucky because the numbers are going our way: 26 years of marriage, plus 3 kids, plus 2 dogs, plus 1 elderly cat, plus at least 20 friends and family who will help us off the floor if we need it.
- Add them all together (remember to carry the one) and you’ll get 52.
Gwen Rockwood is a syndicated freelance columnist. Email her at gwenrockwood5@gmail.com. Her book is available on Amazon.
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