I love the month of May. It has so many of my favorite holidays in it. I adore Mother's Day because I adore being a Mama. The Man celebrates his birthday at the beginning, where I take the middle, and my parents round off the end of the month with theirs. All in all, May is a good month to be in.
I'm getting to be that age now. The 30's are starting to wrap up before hitting the 40's. My kids are getting older by the second and so am I. My vision is just a tiny bit squinty and my hips are still upset with me for the 2 successful VBAC's I managed to pull off with the last two kids.
I am also starting to notice the skin around my eyes. It's a tad bit looser than I'd like for it to be. Some times when I put on my eyeshadow and such, I lift it just a little bit at the corners and I'm 25 again! I'm still lazy as all get out and haven't bought into all the expensive creams and lotions designed to "firm" up that saggy skin. I work that simple cleanser and slap on some moisturizer. Okay, small confession. There's a teeny guilty pleasure of mine that my husband unknowingly supports. This stuff is wonderful and I don't think I ever want to live without it.
I probably need to be more diligent about my health. And I am! Promise, Internets. I am taking steps right at this moment to head in that direction. They might not be huge giant steps, but I'm walking.
Do I have regrets from the past 38 years? You bet your fanny I do. There are some things I wish I had said in certain situations. There are some things I wish I hadn't said in certain situations. I'm probably going to have a few more regrets under my belt before all is said and done. I chalk it up to human nature and will be grateful every single day of my life for the word "forgiveness". I work at giving it and I pray to receive it.
Wisdom is something I think I've accumulated. I won't claim to have an awful lot of it, though. I believe every thing I've experienced has molded and shaped me in to the person I am today. The good Lord knows I don't claim to know it all. I have a friend I grew up with, so we've known each other for ....oh, around 30 years? (wow.) She used to get so frustrated with me because she always said no matter what anyone asked me, I'd give an answer and act like I knew what the subject was all about. I have to laugh over that because now? I flat out will tell you I have no freaking clue if I really don't. I think that's the smartest answer of all.
I joke with my husband and friends some times that being a grown up rocks. We don't have curfews (we just fall asleep in front of the television by 10 p.m.) and we don't have to answer to anyone else (except the teenager who will text you 10 times in five minutes wanting to know where you are in Walm*art and if you can pick something up for her).
Truly, though, being a grown up does rock.
At 11:01 a.m. on May 13th, I will be 38 years old. Daddy always said I was just in time for lunch and haven't been late since. I do believe I agree with him on that one.
The best part of it all is my life is just so good. I have an amazing family both near and far. I have the best of all friends, both near and far, anyone could ask for.
And I'm still growing up. Next year (Lord willing I make it that far), I will be older and wiser and still growing (we all realize that I'm referring to my mind here and not the body- the body does NOT need to grow anymore).
Maybe I'll give some of that facial skin firming stuff a try this year.
* Cake was mine last year by Mandi.