Dear younger mama,
I woke up this morning just the same as I do most mornings – stiff with cracking joints, hair is covered in something that resembles a gummy candy that was stuck on the sheet in my bed, and PJ’s that are just – well. Not anything to write home about. As I often do, I walk to the hall and meet my miniature counterpart who explains why she peed in her bed. She “didn’t mean to and it was an accident and everyoneeeeeeee does it”. I hate to tell her that we all don’t, but you just can’t be mad because she’s so insanely precious with her big blue eyes. My sweet Maris Reagan (May Ray for short) then wants to get on the couch. To watch Barbie Dreamhouse. At 4:30am.
So we sit there watching and right before she starts to doze off she says “Mama I love you and happy birdday!”. Do I melt right here or wait until she can’t see me so I at least have some leverage when we bicker over gummy worms? MY BIRTHDAY. It was Monday and she has told me Happy Birdday at least every 35 minutes since then. It was absolutely wonderful to sit and watch the girls work on handmade gifts for me with Coach and bake me a cake that was so covered in sprinkles you weren’t sure what the icing color REALLY was. It was fun to have the four of us sit down and eat that same cake for breakfast. We had lunch, nothing fancy – just a day date. Walked around town, spent time checking out books at the library for M&M. It truly was just one of the best days and I just wanted to soak it all in. My family send cards and AMAZING presents and Coach spoiled me with one that he made himself (and I cannot WAIT to write that blog).
Saying all that, 10 years ago, when I would have been 22, I’m not sure if I had even thought of what my 30’s would be like. It sounded OLD actually and, maybe I just enjoyed my 20’s to the point that I thought they might never end. You should enjoy your 20’s, everyone should. It’s a time of adjusting and change for some. For others it’s a time to let loose. Some settle down to start a family and hit every road bump there can possibly be along the way. In my 20’s, I got lost some of the greatest loves of my life (love you Betty and Charlie) and gained my soulmate as he stepped off the baseball field to end his playing career. I got married. I tried to start a family (that failed) and we went an alternate route to finally have our sweet blue eyed twins. I danced and partied, I slept the days away and didn’t worry about certain things. It’s a brilliant time in life and I think most people have fond memories of that age when they became just who they are.
So now in my 30’s, the pace has slowed down. I’m not as good as I once was. I still love sleep but get NONE of it. We worry about money and bills like everyone else and the added thoughts of “how much should I put into my 401K” or “do I need this much life insurance?” become the norm. Your friends change and your jobs may come and go. You may move and have to start over in a new place with new — everything. 30’s are different. But, they are amazing. Getting to step off my 20’s train and slow the pace down so that I can experience every second of this is nice.
Since I am now 32, my 10 year plan is actually an 8 year plan if you’re counting to 40. But who’s really counting? I’ve resolved to sleep as late as I possibly can, but when I can’t, I’ll enjoy the 4am snuggles watching garbage cartoons with the prettiest baby girl in the world. I’ll discuss financial planning and lofty goals with my husband because hearing him lead our family is so encouraging and strong. He makes me so proud as we grow older. And I’ll focus a little more on myself – slow down, take it all in, get in front of the camera more, laugh, and eat cake for breakfast.