It's been a fun day for me, but I was in a sour mood. I think I was just tired. I told Patsy that I was dying of cancer. She rolled her eyes.
Patsy and I met at Starbucks this morning for a brief conversation. I was going to have coffee, but didn't feel like it once I got there, so I didn't. We talked about our kids. Her boy is all grown up, and I am in crisis over the fact. He was about 12-years-old yesterday. Her girls are getting big, too, but they are still young enough that I can be in denial.
My oldest is growing up fast, too. He wants to go to summer camp and flirt with girls and hang out with fiends...oops! I mean "friends." He is not allowed to do any of those things, in case you were wondering.
This all means that I am entering a new demographic.
I used to be young mom and drive a minivan and wear cute clothes on play-dates at Chuck-E-Cheese.
Now I am pushing 40. It is having a different effect on me than you might think. Other than the fact that my kids think I'm embarrassing, most parts of my age are great. I like that I don't have to be cool anymore.
2 comments:
Wow, I could say the same things about your boys. They have grown up so fast! I can remember just the other day when you were pregnant with M.
You are so cool.
Really.
I know how you're feeling. I was just wishing I could take me kids to the playground and have them be happy for hours like I could a few years ago. Summer gets harder the older they get - that's for sure.
Wish I could go have coffee with you.
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