The Big 4-0
It's finally happening. Our friends, family, and neighbors are dropping like flies around us as they alight from their up-and-coming thirties and hit the windshield of the big four-oh. I remember feeling "old" when I exited my twenties. Now I realize I was just being a foolish ostrich with my head in the sand. What did I know about "old" until after I had been married 10 years, had three kids, bought a minivan (sorry, Angela), gained 10 pounds in pear-shaped bliss that won't shake off, and discovered my first wrinkle? Now, I'm convinced that we will be officially "old" when we hit 40. The Adonis at the gym already broke that realization yesterday when he called me "Ma'am".
Did you just call me 'Ma'am'? I'll have you know that I got carded at the ticket window for Who Framed Roger Rabbit, rated PG, when I was in college! Then again, I suppose I'm no where near being college-aged anymore.
Before I start preparing for my mid-life crisis, I would like to first consider how I will "celebrate," if celebrate is the correct term for it, this milestone event of turning 40. Quite honestly, I felt a little gipped of my 30th birthday/millenium celebration because I was still recovering from the birth of our first child and completely overwhelmed by the trials of breastfeeding and sleep deprivation. Sweet Bob did his best, however, to cheer me with diamond studs, my two best friends, how could I complain? And we even had some fun giving 7 wk-old Connor a tiny little taste of bubbly when the ball dropped for Y2K -- mmmm, hit me with more of that high-octane "breastmilk", mom!
Still, it wasn't a carefree, kick-off-your-shoes, all-out-hoe-down of a birthday bash. Nor was it a 'reflect upon the world and your place in it from atop the Eiffel Tower' sort of moment either. So here I am, waiting to see what my brother and sister-in-law will come up with this year to celebrate their 40ths in the hope that I may be inspired for my own turning in a couple of years. An intimate and elegant gathering of close friends? Just me and Bob off somewhere remote and romantic? A girl-only away retreat for days of exquisite pampering? ... A hoe-down?
The anticipation alone must beat out the actual affair, nevertheless, it's fun to imagine something wonderful to help take the sting out of leaving your best years behind you.
Did you just call me 'Ma'am'? I'll have you know that I got carded at the ticket window for Who Framed Roger Rabbit, rated PG, when I was in college! Then again, I suppose I'm no where near being college-aged anymore.
Before I start preparing for my mid-life crisis, I would like to first consider how I will "celebrate," if celebrate is the correct term for it, this milestone event of turning 40. Quite honestly, I felt a little gipped of my 30th birthday/millenium celebration because I was still recovering from the birth of our first child and completely overwhelmed by the trials of breastfeeding and sleep deprivation. Sweet Bob did his best, however, to cheer me with diamond studs, my two best friends, how could I complain? And we even had some fun giving 7 wk-old Connor a tiny little taste of bubbly when the ball dropped for Y2K -- mmmm, hit me with more of that high-octane "breastmilk", mom!
Still, it wasn't a carefree, kick-off-your-shoes, all-out-hoe-down of a birthday bash. Nor was it a 'reflect upon the world and your place in it from atop the Eiffel Tower' sort of moment either. So here I am, waiting to see what my brother and sister-in-law will come up with this year to celebrate their 40ths in the hope that I may be inspired for my own turning in a couple of years. An intimate and elegant gathering of close friends? Just me and Bob off somewhere remote and romantic? A girl-only away retreat for days of exquisite pampering? ... A hoe-down?
The anticipation alone must beat out the actual affair, nevertheless, it's fun to imagine something wonderful to help take the sting out of leaving your best years behind you.
posted by Ting at 11:22 AM
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