In my twenties I moved to Vancouver Island by myself for a year. I traveled from one end of the country to the other. I bought my first car, I graduated University, got engaged, bought our first home...then bought our second home, had a baby, started a business, became members of the minivan club, had another baby, fought Cancer with Jon, bought another house and another minivan...and then I turned 30.
I am ready for a new decade. I am ready to enjoy where our twenties have gotten us. I am certainly wiser...and think that at 30 you know that when you were 25 and thought you knew everything...you knew nothing.
I think I feel like a real grown up now. I think people take you seriously when you are "thirty-something". I learned a lot in my 20's.
Like; people don't think about you nearly as much as you think they do. I am capable of more than I knew I was. I may sulk my way through hard things sometimes, but I can be strong when I really need to be. I married an awesome man. No mistake there...as marriages around us start dropping like flies...we are stronger then ever. It was pretty much a given then that our kids would get some of that awesomeness. We got lucky...they got a whole heaping load of Awesome. I love being a mom more than anything else in the entire world. Even when they are screaming at me, breaking my stuff, snacking all day so they turn their nose up at dinner (EVERY flippin night!!), take an hour to go to bed with ten "visits" (EVERY flippin night!!!!) and make the van crumby just by looking at it. I tell them "you are driving mommy crazy" every day...sometimes more but they also hear how scrumptious and wonderful and delectable they are, and then I nibble their cheeks and tussle their hair and don't really care a bit about crumby vans and broken picture frames.
I learned that stuff doesn't mater. Most of it really doesn't . I don't bother to waste my energy on all the fluff anymore.
I learned that relationships and experiances are more valuable then possesions.
I learned that you should not get a dog before you have a baby.
Babies need 1/3 the stuff and more in arm time...because they REALLY REALLY grow too fast. You need to hold them enough that your arms remember the weight of your big boy in them when he was tiny.
I am committed to my dislike of drive ins, bowling, loud concerts, crowds, any fashion with appliqued sequins, the words "hubby" and "preggo" and I am comfortable in that.
I learned that how your treated your body for the last 15 years will catch up to you. On your birthday. I learned that when I am really committed to something I am unwavering...and so my 45th birthday is going to have better evidence of the last 15 years than this one did. Because I really learned that without health not much else matters...and I only have one body...just one...fortunately it is a good one if I treat it well.
I am really excited to see what this next decade holds!
