Chronicles Of A Stay At Home Mom life: 31st birthday my birthday
by Mommy Hobbies
In my napsack stash
My life is so different now. Looking back on those blogs and seeing where I was is so weird. I remember wondering what my life would be like when I turned 23 (don’t know why I picked that age). Or, what my life would be like at 27(once again, don’t know why I decided on that age). Whenever someone would ask my age they were in for a big surprise and I sort of enjoyed their reaction. “Twenty-three?? What?! Noway, you look 15.” Hahah, story of my life. I’ve even had to get my driver’s license out a couple of times. Earlier this year someone thought I was 18. *shrugs* I’m used to it.
So, for memories’ sake, where am I today? What am I doing? What have I done with these past 31 years of my life. I don’t want to steal my own thunder, because I’m planning on writing a blog about the year in review, so I’ll keep this short and sweet.
I would have to say that these past 3 years have been some of the MOST memorable in my whole, entire life, save the year I spent in Latvia and the birth of each of my children. My mind has undergone a mental makeover, and rightly so. I think it’s the first time I ever started to “feel my age” inside. I’ve always been subjected to the “oh, you’re just a kid” treatment, because of my looks. Hahah, WELL, folks, I don’t care how young I look, I don’t think that’s going to be happening anymore. Really, it’s all about how one carries themselves. If I carry myself in a subdued, insignificant manner, people read that and treat me accordingly. Too much water has gone under the bridge for me to blend into the background anymore. My experiences have put something in my shoulders, around the edge of my eyes and on the tip of my tongue.
I have evolved into a very determined, young (I can still say that, right?) mother of two children, with almost 9 years of marriage under her belt (so little time, yet so much fun).
As of today, I’m eagerly awaiting next year, I’m nervously awaiting next year…we will be moving back to Cali, that’s why I’m all nervous and sweaty-palmed. I’ve changed so much that I’m afraid my childhood friends won’t “get” who I am. Maybe I shouldn’t be afraid, because I know that the essence of me hasn’t changed, at all. I still love with an intense ferocity, I’m still as loyal as ever, I still forgive easily, I still laugh like a machine gun, I still have quirky (and uncouth at times) humor, and I still love a good adventure with minimal risk or chance of death.
Oh, hi there, 31 years, you’ve been good to me. I hope I’ve made you proud.