Middle Aged? Bring It On!

It's amazing to me how I could go from being a young mom with young kids to being a middle-aged mom with school-aged kids overnight.

Or at least that's how I feel now that my son has turned six-years-old.

I've never been one to complain about getting older. In fact, I revel in it. These last couple of years have aged me quite a bit, but up until my son was born, many people still thought I was a teenager.

You should have heard the whispers about me when I was pregnant with my daughter. Even I'll admit that I looked young, but I was twenty-six-years-old. Still, I'd hear strangers whisper, "Isn't that awful. Look at that poor girl. Teenagers today." And they'd shake their heads.

At first I wanted to yell, "I'm twenty-six and married, people!" but after a while I just laughed about it. Not that teen pregnancy is anything to laugh about. Just ask Mrs. Spears.

No, I live very much in the moment. I don't spend a lot of time looking back at the past, unless I'm in a sentimental mood. And I don't spend too much time obsessing about the future. Unless it is to dream about the day that my daughter is old enough to babysit.

I never did want my kids to stay babies forever. I am looking forward to seeing them grow up. Bring on the gray hair! Bring on the wrinkles! I haven't missed a single moment of the growing-up years so I'm ready for the next stages.

I only wish my husband could feel the same.