Zander still tells everyone that I’m 25 and I’m going to be 25. He’s been saying that since he could talk. This will be the 7th time that I’ve turned 25, if anyone is keeping score.
Do you all struggle with age? Am I ever just going to get over this? I guess that part of me is afraid that I’m getting over, I’ll never have another baby, my life as I officially know it will change. Change is good… I know there will be many new challenges and good things to come my way. I know that in my head. But my heart just aches thinking that it’s all over.
I sound so morbid. Birthdays are supposed to be happy times. What the heck is my deal?
Maybe it has to do with the fact that my Dad always made my birthday so special. After all, the man had me convinced that the 4th of July fireworks were just for me and my birthday. Now that I’m older, my birthday is no big deal. In fact, my own mother forgot my birthday last year. (Sorry, Mom, I love you, but you’ll never live that one down!) No parties, no cake, maybe a present – if we can afford it. But really, it’s just another day on the calendar, and one that makes my age go up. Why should I be excited about that?
I have got to get over this. Maybe I’ll stop being so selfish and just focus all my energy on Zander’s birthday that’s coming up next week!
Oh – and I’m not against all birthdays. Just my own. 🙂 I love celebrating other peoples’ birthdays.