That’s the number of years I’ve been on this earth (outside of my mother’s womb) as of this past Saturday.
In the days leading up to this birthday, all I could think was “Wow, 29. That’s a fairly legendary year for women. How do I feel about this?”
It is, as most of you probably know. Although, if you’re like my husband (a bit outside the loop on this one apparently), you may need a little explaining on that.
29 is the year that women stop aging. Or so they’d like you to think. For the next few (ten, fifteen, does it ever stop for some women?) birthdays, they’ll tell you that they’re “29 again” (or just leave it at 29 and let you decide for yourself if they’re telling the truth).
It’s like moving over to that next round number is the end of youth for women.
Suddenly we’re old.
It doesn’t really make any sense. But it’s somehow engrained in us.
So how do I feel about it?
Well, on Saturday, I had a fantastic day. We dropped the boys of at a babysitter during the day and went out for lunch (sushi! yum!) and a movie (Lincoln – I’d already seen it, but the hubs didn’t – and it’s a fantastic film!). After the movie (and picking up the boys, and a quick clothing change, and dropping the boys back off somewhere else) we went to one of those super-fancy restaurants. You know, with the five-course DELICIOUS tasting menu. It was, as those places usually are, ridiculously good. They even garnished my dessert with a candle and a chocolate shaving that had ‘Happy Birthday” written on it. A beautiful meal (which my husband and I are both fans of).
Two days later, and I don’t feel much different than I did the day before. That’s how most birthdays go, from my experience.
I’m afraid to tell you ladies; but 29 is just another year. So will 30 be. And so on and so forth.
I guess the point I’m trying to make is that I’m not to afraid of aging, the way women (I guess) are supposed to be.
The boys are getting older (and THAT, let me tell you, is an AWESOME thing).
The hubs and I seem to only grow closer and more in love.
I have to admit (even though sometimes right now, in the thick of things, the future seems dismal), things can only go up from here.
I’m still of the opinion that older & wiser usually go hand-in-hand (note the use of the word usually there – I’m sure that there are some exceptions to the rule, but I sincerely hope not to be one of them).
I look forward to being that old woman. The one that people enjoy listening to her stories. The one people go to for advice.
I don’t necessarily want to rush it, but I’m certainly not trying to stall or stop it from coming.
I’m pretty sure I’ve still got so many years ahead of me in which I’ll be fit enough to experience new and exciting adventures; with my growing children and husband at my side (not to mention the friends and family that I love so incredibly much).
So, maybe I can just chalk it up to something my grandmother wrote to me in a note attached to this very year’s birthday card:
“Just remember you and I are a little special!”
I’m one woman that doesn’t have a fear of aging.
I welcome it.
Here’s to another good year, to more hard times and future stories to be told. To more good times, and future laughs to be had.
To the love that grows daily in my heart for the people that surround me in my life.
To growing wiser as I grow older.
Here’s to 29.