I remember as a kid my mom was eternally 27. And now that I am 30 I texted her this morning and told her I guess this means we are both officially old.
But really, what does "30" mean?
I'm happy and stable. I'm settled. My husband is wonderful. I am so grateful to be able to do life with him. God has given me two amazing sons who are my pride and joy, and another beautiful baby boy on the way. I own my own business. I'm "part time" homeschooling Hudson. I get to stay home with my kids. I drive a minivan.
People used to tell me, or at least I used to think that your 20s were the best years of your life, and while in my 20s I got engaged, married and had my first two sons, I saw loss for the first time in my 20s. Three years in a row I lost people who were extremely important to me. So I guess I found myself in my 20s. I learned how to be an adult and about adult friendships and that being a mom is hard. As I am looking forward I am loving the stability that I see in my 30s.
This is the life I have always envisioned. I'm not sad to be turning 30. I am blessed that God has given me another year of life. And my husband and most of my friends are already 30 so it really hasn't felt like that big of a deal to me.
So hello to 30. The "new" 20 right?! Happy to be here.
|21 vs 30. I think I'll keep aging. ;)|