I read a post today called This is 38 and as I read it I thought, “I should do that. I should write my own This is 38, especially since I’m a few short months shy of 39.” So here it is.
This is 38.
38 is smack dab in the middle of life. It reminds me that I’m definitely not as young as I used to be but also that I don’t want to be that young anymore. Bars, blind dates, late nights, being single. No thanks.
It’s knowing that my kids aren’t babies anymore and for that I’m glad. They’re still young enough to snuggle and sit in my lap and find happiness in a kiss and a hug but I’m almost out of diapers and hallelujah I can see the light.
It’s beach trips where I can sit and watch my kids play, happy to be at the beach, happy to all be together.
38 is lines on my face I didn’t have before that I wish weren’t there. 38 is 5 pounds that I can’t shake but that’s kinda ok with me except for the days when I can’t get on my skinny jeans. I miss my abs from college but now I have a fabulous husband and wonderful kids and am much more content than I was then.
It’s truly loving my mini van after swearing my whole life I would never drive one because not only is it convenient (and drives great,) it’s what carts my family around all day, every day. They are what matters most.
It’s being 3 years cancer free and realizing my life is blessed in so many ways. Knowing that having your health and your family really is everything.
38 is knowing that old friends will always be great friends but sometimes it’s hard to make new ones. It’s kind of like dating to find some neighbor mom buddies that live close enough that you actually really like and you still want to hang with them.
38 is finding my way as a mom and a wife after 7 years and knowing that God had a hand in guiding me to my husband after all those years of waiting and wishing and hoping to get married. I would never be the person I am or have the happy life that I do if I were not married to him. He’s my best friend and my biggest fan, and from day 1 we’ve been a team.
38 is also realizing that being a mom is HARD and exhausting and my kids drive me crazy and make me crazy in love with them at the same time, each day, every day. It’s having so much respect for my parents and appreciating the time we have together.
It’s being grateful for my 96 year old grandmother and the fact that I’ve had 38 years with this fabulous woman in my life.
38 is crying in church because I can see the bigger picture, the blessings in life, the meaning in the words of the minister and feel God in the songs the choir sings.
38 is loving Taylor Swift and singing at the top of my lungs in the car with my kids with the windows down and not caring a bit what the teenage drivers nearby think.
38 is being on the cusp of a new career, feeling more inspired and fueled by that desire to create than ever before. It’s feeling that I can do anything and be anything I want. Even at 38, it’s still only the beginning. It’s being confident in my talents, my creativity and believing in my voice and my vision.
38 is looking forward to all the times ahead of me and experiencing all the firsts with my children and savoring all the normal days too.
38 is a good place. It’s just a number after all. It’s all in how you see it and it’s what you do with that perspective that shapes you and how you see the world.
So, bring on 39 in September. I’ll be ready for it.