If I were pregnant, which I'm not, but would like to be, I'd be considered "Advanced Maternal Age". 35 isn't old, is it? Although I do have several greys and my joints are not as spry as they once were (although I can still get both feet pretty close to behind my head), I don't particularly feel old.
I have watched programs on Discovery channels about aged parents. 60-year old women having twins and the like. Now, that's Advanced Maternal Age!
I guess I don't feel my age because I think that people who are in their mid-30's should have more than just 2 kids or their kids should be in middle school. Because of this misconception, I oftentimes find myself relating to two completely separate decades of people: I am friends with 20-somethings because we can talk about our children, and I'm friends with 30/40-somethings because we can relate as individuals. That's not to say these relationships don't sometimes cross, they most certainly do, I just don't know which group I truly fit in with.
I know it's silly thinking I need to fit in with one or the other. I know I don't. But I sometimes feel like the go-between. I feel like a Jack of all trades, master of none. I'm sure there are reasons for that, some a psychiatrist wouldn't even be able to draw out of me (detour - I am a pretty normal, non-traumatized person), but if I truly think deeply about it, I guess I like it this way; I get the best of two worlds.
So, here's to getting two for the price of one.
Here's to another year.
And here's to a Better Mommy Me.
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