Five Minute Friday is a five-minute free writing blog linkup hosted by Gypsy Mama here. The word of the day is "Older".
My Dad was always traumatized by each new stage of growing older. He made a huge deal out of getting glasses, balding, etc. He was insistent at all times that he was, “still a young man.” It made great fodder for much family teasing, and my mom always rolled her eyes and said she didn’t know why getting older was such a big deal for him!
This morning I brought Judah into the bedroom and he crawled around between Isaac and I, giggling and smiling at our tickles. I told Isaac it was just so strange to realize that I am old enough to be married and have a little person wiggling around in our bed.
It is surreal. I think that I have grown up in Dallas. Chicago was my young adult stage, right in line with my whole generation that extends the qualities of adolescence much further into adulthood than previous generations. Coming to Dallas was a huge change, a hard one, but here I have gone from feeling like I am 18 to feeling like an adult. People no longer tell me I look like I’m 17 and I have a lightening streak of silver in my hair. We are an established married couple rather than newlyweds. I have a normal, stable full-time job and I know how to do things like jump a car, transfer a 401k account, and delay jury duty. I have a child. I have my own stash of recipes that I like and can cook comfortably.
I am older. Not old, but older.
And you know? I’m totally okay with that. I’m okay with the silver hair and responsibilities and adulthood. It’s comfortable.