My dad is somewhat of a jokester. I won’t say how many years ago, when my mom turned 40, he and a mischievous buddy of his spray painted a billboard on the highway to announce her birthday. Only they said she was 50, instead of 40. That billboard stayed that way for as long as I can remember, and I don’t even remember when it was painted over or taken down. (I think dad’s partner in crime owned the land or the billboard or something like that, I never really knew if they were actually committing a crime, but there are photos of them in the act.).

Redacted to protect the (not so) innocent. Ha!

Mom went through a whole range of emotions about that billboard, but it is definitely something that our family will never forget.

I remember thinking 40 was old and 50 was grandparent material. If you made it past 60, then you were just ancient.

This past weekend was my own 40th birthday. I didn’t get a billboard announcement. (Thank goodness!) I also don’t feel as old as I thought I would, or should.

I started having kids a decade later than my mom. Sometimes, I wish I had had my kids at a younger age so I could have more energy to play with them and my joints would hold up to the rough housing. But I know I wouldn’t have been the same parent 10 years ago. I lose my shit way more than I’d like to admit (it’s really hard to parent a 3-year-old and stay sane), but overall, I feel like I’m more patient than I was at a younger age.

I’ve had these 10 years to learn some much needed life lessons. Lessons about love, money, compassion, empathy, time management, and judgement. Having my kids when I did enabled me to find a wonderful, supportive group of mama friends, who I still keep in touch with daily, even though I moved away from them.

Being at the point I am, with two small kids at 40 years old, I realize how much age is just a number. I may not have the energy to keep up with my kids for as long as they want me to, but they definitely keep me active and strong.

I turned 40 without much fanfare, and that’s OK. I’m beginning to think that the less excitement you have in your life, the longer you get to live it. So bring on the quiet birthdays, may they keep coming year after year.

P.S. This post is a week belated, as many of my plans that weekend were waylaid by a stomach virus. We were all sick, all at once, and it was awful. Thankfully it was short-lived and we’re all better now and I’m catching back up.


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2 Responses to 40

  1. Keisha

    I’m glad you guys are feeling some better. I’m with you, I hit my 40th without much but facebook love. John got me the Yoshi’s Wooly World game for the WiiU and we had a lovely dinner. That’s all I really needed. 🙂

    I remember when my mom turned 40. Her older brother bought her a ton of black balloons and mylar Over the Hill / coffin balloons. Filled her bedroom with them. LOL A-hole. She found it hilarious though.

    It doesn’t make it easier to have the kiddos early darlin. You remember when I had the oldest one, I was only 22-23 or so. He’s 16 and he still plays with toys, just more expensive ones. I don’t have to chase him around the house now, I have to chase him around the county. LOL Every Wed night is mens choir practice, concerts could be here, Cookeville, Murfreesboro, Crossville or Nashville. OR he could be across the county staying with a friend and need a ride. The best thing about the tiny ones are the cuddles. I miss those. Youngest only lets me near him at bed time or when he has a high fever. Oldest has to squat to hug me and doesn’t do it that often. I still get cheek smooches but I make them. LOL Mommy needs love too. 😀

    I hope this week you feel marvelous and I hope you have loads of blessings in the coming year!! <3

    • abby

      Thank you, my friend! We’re all better now 🙂

      I did the whole, establish my career before having kids thing. The funny thing is, though, now that I have my family, as long as we can meet our basic needs, I don’t much care about the career part. I am still working in the field I started my career in, and I really love my job, but if this job ended, I would be just as happy being a cashier or teller.

      My little boys still hug me and cuddle with me and I try to just soak it all in. I know the day is coming all too soon that my boys will be teenagers and hugging mama won’t be cool. 🙂

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