In my 20’s I was one of those gals who looked 15. I was constantly mistaken for a teen (sometimes a teen mom). It was really annoying.
Gah, I miss those days.
Because y’all, that just doesn’t happen anymore.
Somehow in the last few years, I’ve gotten old. The lines on my face and the gray in my hair are clear indications, also the desire to plant fake flowers in my front yard, wear my glasses on a chain around my neck and drive 20 miles per hour everywhere.
Let’s not speak of the house coat. (um, what is a that anyway?)
It’s strange being close to 40, having a preschooler and nearly a teen. I’m buying bras and baby dolls. The thing about being an older mom: People look to you for advice. I’m like, “Hey, read my book-you won’t find any advice, but it will give you insight into the gray hair and fake flowers.” Okay, maybe not the flowers.
I’m in a Mom’s Bible Study from my church. I joined because I wanted to get to know people and also [NEWSFLASH] I need help with mothering. I out-age everyone by probably ten years. They are so stylish and have such great skin…
It’s just weird being the older mom.
It gives me a strange hankering for some icy hot and prunes.
So, where are you in the mom journey?
By the way, I wouldn’t go back ten years for all the money in the world…..
I’m growing older gracefully (with the help of some hair color and tweezers).
Are you a young mom or are you older than dirt, too?