Tuesday, January 13, 2009


So yes I had my 34th Birthday yesterday! It is so funny that as a child I couldn't wait to be 13 to be a teenager and have my freedom ( so I thought). Than I couldn't wait to be 16 so I could date. Next was the ever lovely 18 so you could be out on your own and not be ruled by mom and dad. After 18 I waited for 21 so I could go to the dance clubs up at college. After that I wanted to be 25 so my insurance would go down. Now I can honestly say I don't look forward to Birthdays anymore. Birthdays not only mean that I am getting older but that means my kids are getting older too. Which, in turn, means that I am edging every year closer to being a Grandma. Now being a grandma does have it purks but I picture myself with the white hair and the out dated clothes and think there is no way that is happening to me. But if you would have asked me when I was 18 if I was going to be a mom of 4 children before I was 35 I probably would have slapped you too.
I guess that it goes to show we never know how much we will love getting older. I love to watch my kids grow and love to see the new things that they learn. I can't wait for there 1st dates and when they get there driver's licenses. I guess that means that I will have to learn to love the thought of being a Grandma someday too.


A.C.K. Family said...

I'm not going to be a grandma. I'm going to be a mema or mimi or nana or something to that effect. Then I will always feel like just a well liked lady that all children are so fond of that they've thought up a cute name for her. Then I won't know that I'm getting old until it's too late and my mind is gone and then my children will put me in a nice retirement home and I will die shortly after with I smile on my face.

Kristin said...

Hey there....Andrew's cousin here! I stumbled across your blog tonight via another cousin's blog and I'm just finding out that you two are expecting!! Congratulations! I'll have to get after my mother for not doing her job with keeping tabs on Andrew for me. :)