Thursday, July 4, 2013

This is 39.

I read Amber and Jennifer's posts today, and having recently watched the movie This is 40 with the Hubs, I have been thinking about "age" a bit more, and what it means in my life.  Or doesn't mean.  So, I thought I would use this space of mine to record Me, today, in time :)

This is Me.  39.


I gotta say, it's not so scary.  Jump in, the water's fine!  39 is true mid-life territory.  The Hubs and I made the realization the other day that "Freedom 55" is just 16 years away.  When did I get so old?  Why do I still feel like a kid?  Will I ever stop feeling that way?  Somehow, I doubt it.

39 is talking like girlfriends about Twilight with the teenage babysitter. Then my husband rolling his eyes at me afterward and reminding me that I am old enough to be her mother.

39 is creaky knees during my morning workout.  Which I often skip, because really, are those extra 15 pounds such a big deal anyways?

39 is security: personal, emotional, financial.  Knowing there will be few surprises left in life. Decisions made in my twenties and thirties are now set in stone, more or less.  I know "what I am going to be when I grow up", who I married, have finished having my family, know where I am going to work and live.  I can see it all stretched out ahead of me like a highway, and I like what I see.  39 is also having shared the slow dance with Loss, and being fiercely protective of my life, sadly knowing its path can only be changed by tragedy.

39 is not bothering to read the newspaper or watch the news anymore.  Who has time, we have hockey practice!!  Anyways, it is usually just about the bad things that people do to other people, and it is too hard not to take those things to heart- what if that happened to my child?  My family?  My neighbour? It is realizing that I may not be able to change the world, but hoping I can make it a better, safer place in my immediate proximity by striving to be a good person myself.

39 is being married 13 years to a man who is perfectly imperfect, and just for me.  It is remembering the accumulated memories that 20 years together brings, and knowing we have moulded each other into who we are.  And that we are now too weird for anyone else to understand or put up with.  It is knowing that he is more likely to make me laugh because he farted in bed than swoon by bringing me flowers, but really, who cares?  I will take a laugh any day.

39 is three kids that we made together that make us swell with pride and pull our hair out in frustration in equal measure.  It is being overwhelmed with the awesome responsibility of guiding them to adulthood, and at the same time knowing they with make it there in spite of our parental screw ups.  It is watching them become individuals and following their own paths.  It is hoping that they can realize the potential that we see in each of them.  39 is not worrying that our 6 year old continually crawls in bed with me at night but actually enjoying it; after all, 16 is just around the corner.  It is hoping they are getting enough vegetables and not too much internet.  Wanting them, above all else, to be happy (whatever that means).  It is feeling protective to the point of violence to anyone who harms them. It is our 8 year old dropping the F-bomb in front of me for the first time, and me doing the same in front of them.  Oops.  Because, after all, I was a much better parent when I was 20 (and had no kids).  It is a whole new appreciation for my own parents- how did they do it?  And hoping that I do it half as well.

39 is the wonderful friends that I have accumulated in this lifetime... the childhood friends, the university friends, the work and the "Mom" friends.  And my crafty friends like you!  And loving what they all bring to my life.  It is never going to the grocery store without seeing a familiar face.  It is about cutting the crap and being real, inviting those into my life who like what they see and not worrying about those who don't.

39 is realizing Dad was right (again) when he said there are only 2 rules in life:
1. Don't sweat the small stuff.
2. It's all small stuff!

39 is having our youngest child enter first grade...maybe I will have some time now to have my eyebrows waxed regularly?

Bring on the 40s!  It just keeps getting better :)




17 comments:

Jennifer Mathis said...

Love this. Love that you don't watch the news or read the paper- me either. It's all bad and negative and I need more positivity.
Thanks for linking up to me. Happy to know you a but better now. :)

Little Island Quilting said...

*farting in bed*.
Priceless.
Is that a Canadian thing?

One Shabby Chick said...

Love it!! I can totally relate to it all!

Leigh Anne said...

I could have written this exactly, except with two kids instead of three. So guess this is also 35 :)

Yvonne Campbell said...

Just beautiful. I try to add bits in about myself on my blog. I still feel a bit awkward, but I should take some notes from all 3 of you. 36 just started and has been a good year for me. Those pesky wrinkles and pounds though. My hubby farts too. If it's Canadian, then it's Floridian too. Bahaha.

Leila said...

Love it!

Shay said...

Awesome...completely and utterly true. This post is genius.

Wait till you hit almost 50 ...that's even better because the pendulum swings back and its almost all about you and your husband again.

I think life is about living in the moment for any age or stage.

PS. I still don't think Mr. P farting in bed is one bit funny....

Flying Blind... said...

Brilliant x

Emily said...

I needed to read this today. :) Thanks. Someday the stress of everyday won't be so crazy... also I feel like a baby with all these posts. I can relate to them all though.

Amanda said...

Awesome.

Sarah said...

You're so much like me, in little things and big things. The way you've expressed things about relationships and kids is how I feel. Thank you for writing this. It's nice to know we're not freaks with our thoughts and frustrations.

Kelsey said...

I loved everything about this post. Thanks for sharing with us :)

Angela said...

So lovely Kristie! I'm getting tempted to do one myself now. I came from Lynne's straight to yours and read Jennifer's last week. Now off to find Amber's! I'm entirely certain anyone wants to know what 34 is though.

trudys_person said...

Beautiful hilarious post! I just turned 4# and I'm trying to get some perspective ... looks like you've found some!

Tawny said...

Well said. And truly lovely.

Crystal said...

What a great post! I'm closer to 59 and life really does just get better and better! 4 children, 4 partners, 8 grandchildren = we are blessed! Enjoy every day - you really are on the right path.

excuseme23 said...

I have just discovered your blog and whilst still spluttering with laughter over big G's sex confusion I have to say I love this post. I'll be back.