40

I turn 40 today!

And I can honestly say I am not upset about it.  (I think in my mind I’ve always been 40, I just needed my body to catch up.  HA.)

My husband and good friend Jessica planned not one, but two!, almost-surprise parties for me on Sunday.  How wonderful to be fully loved by so many amazing people.  First was a tea party at a local restaurant, filled with beautiful women who are some of my favorite people in the world.  Many of these ladies I have laughed, cried, and shared life with over several years.  God has provided these women to me to comfort me, pray with me, bring joy, and teach me.

Then the surprise continued with a party at home with more of my family and friends.

Again, I am so thankful for the people God has brought into my life over the years.  My husband and kids are precious.  I’m thankful for God’s presence with me (even when I didn’t notice it), his provision, and his protection.   Thankful that He has brought me this far and has granted me more days to do His work and bring Him glory.

 

So here’s a few quotes that either made me chuckle or felt fitting for today…

It takes about ten years to get used to how old you are. 

~Quoted by Raymond A. Michel in The Leaf

A man’s age is something impressive, it sums up his life:  maturity reached slowly and against many obstacles, illnesses cured, griefs and despairs overcome, and unconscious risks taken; maturity formed through so many desires, hopes, regrets, forgotten things, loves.  A man’s age represents a fine cargo of experiences and memories. 

~Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, Wartime Writings 1939-1944, translated from French by Norah Purcell

I’m not 40, I’m eighteen with 22 years experience. 

~Author Unknown

 

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What are you going to do?

This question started popping up I would say about 6-9 months ago.

“What are you going to do?” with all your free time once the kids are in school?

Inwardly I groan because I feel like there’s always a “right answer” the questioner is looking for.  Not always, but usually.

But unfortunately this is not an easily answered question.  Certainly not one that can be answered quickly in passing.

So I’ve been brainstorming possible answers to try out on people who ask:

I could answer tongue-in-cheek:

I’m going to eat bon-bons and watch daytime soaps.

I’m going to sleep all day.

I’m going to stalk my children by being extra-involved and volunteer for every school event.

I’m going to play on facebook all day (ok, this is getting a little close to home).

I want to answer:

I’m not sure.

I’d like to be more disciplined about getting my house cleaned.

I’d like to get to some of those craft and/or household projects that have been waiting 11 1/2 years.

I’d like to, every once in a while, sit in the morning with a cup of coffee and a good book.

I’m not planning on looking for a job right away because I feel my kids still need me both before and after school.

And I should answer:

I’ll do whatever I feel God leading me to do.

But chances are, if you ask me, I’ll just smile and say enjoy the quiet.

Which I have been.

more evidence…

When my babies were little, I really didn’t believe those experienced moms who told me to “enjoy this time” because it goes “so fast”!

I couldn’t help but thinking, “What are you talking about, I’m not getting any sleep here!?!”

Well, in my 11 1/2 years of mothering, I guess I’ve just been gathering evidence that, in fact, those moms were right.

Here’s the latest evidence:

My oldest started 6th grade last week, and my youngest started kindergarten.  Major milestones!

And just so my boy doesn’t feel left out – he started 4th grade.  🙂

Who knew the time would go so fast?

Who knew that I would look back on their infancies with such fondness and wistfulness?

Those moms didn’t.  I guess they weren’t crazy after all.

So here’s a poem for all you moms of little ones out there who feel like the long days and sleepless nights are just not passing by fast enough…

Mother, oh Mother, come shake out your cloth,
Empty the dustpan, poison the moth,
Hang out the washing and butter the bread,
Sew on a button and make up a bed.
Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?
She’s up in the nursery, blissfully rocking.

Oh, I’ve grown shiftless as Little Boy Blue
(Lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo).
Dishes are waiting and bills are past due
(Pat-a-cake, darling, and peek, peekaboo).
The shopping’s not done and there’s nothing for stew
And out in the yard there’s a hullabaloo
But I’m playing Kanga and this is my Roo.
Look! Aren’t her (his) eyes the most wonderful hue?
(Lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo).

The cleaning and scrubbing will wait till tomorrow,
For children grow up, as I’ve learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down, cobwebs. Dust go to sleep.
I’m rocking my baby and babies don’t keep.

~ Ruth Hulbert Hamilton

So now the irony is not lost on me that I am the one telling those mommas of babies to enjoy the time because it goes by all too fast!  But it really does!

And if you need a visual reminder of this, make your own beautiful wall art printable of the last verse of this poem here.  (Thanks DIY Mommy!)