Wednesday, July 28, 2010

I Feel Old

Maybe it's because I have a daughter going into her second year of preschool and starting dance classes soon.
Or because in a mere 18 days my baby turns 2.
Or because I don't have to take a diaper bag with me when I'm going to be leaving the house for an hour or 2.
Whatever it is, I feel old.
I'm turning 30 in 84 days.  But I've been saying that I'm 30 all year.
I can tell if fruit is ripe by the smell of it.
I can hear my specific child's cry in nursery from the primary room, behind 2 sets of closed doors.
I just finished taking a parenting class (which felt like a weekly date night).
I can make a casserole with anything + cream of mushroom/chicken soup, no recipe needed.
I have mom hair.
I wear my "given up pants" more than I like to admit (though NEVER out of the house).
I spend my time on the internet researching the best ways to get out stains and reading consumer reviews on strollers and car seats.
I look at teenage drivers on the road and think "no way that person is old enough to have a license!".
I have a child who is old enough to have actual conversations with.
I can't sleep in past 7:30, regardless of when I went to bed.
I know.
I am offically old.
And I'm OK with it.
I still stay up until the wee hours of the morning with friends on the weekends.
I don't see any wrinkles (maybe I'm not looking close enough)
I'm still not 30.....yet.
I don't know, I guess I'm just becoming more aware of my age these days.
But I still am loving where I'm at in life.
I'm painfully aware every day that my kids are getting older and with it comes excitement and sadness.
I've never been the mom who wants my kids to stay the same, to freeze them where they're at.
But I do get a little sad when I put outgrown clothes in the bin marked 18-24 months - they get so big so fast!
Yesterday I looked at Mya - at the length of her legs and the tan on her arms.  She became a kid overnight.
She says phrases instead of just words, she sings, she dances, she chooses her shirts in the morning and tries to brush her own teeth.
Life is such a trip.
Every day is the same amount of time, every week, every month, and so on.
But some days seem to creep on by at a snail's pace, then the next flies.
Oh well - I'm getting old and my kids are growing up.
Such is life - enjoy it!


D and H fam said...

Pretend I clicked a "like" button on your post. Oh girl, I wish I was closer so I could stay up into the wee hours of the morning. Some R&R with girls would be quite nice for me.

j. said...

every single quality you listed as a trademark of being "old" is something that i would absolutely love to be able to do. can you teach me to make a casserole out of anything?? what about ground beef? i have about 50lbs in the freezer due to my lovely hub & i refuse to eat even ONE MORE burger this summer.

i love you, ms. kiersti- you are beautiful & young & my friend.

Natalie Strong said...

If you are old, then that makes me ancient. And I think I am. 90% of the time when I stand up, my knees pop. I notice more gray hairs every week.

Jennie-O said...

that is such a cute post and I feel exactly the same way. I tell myself nearly every morning that I'm getting old. I have too many gray hairs to let my color grow out too much :( and I'm with you on the 7:30 thing... that's sleeping in for me and you :)