This Aging Thing Ain’t a Joke, Friends

If you’re friends with me on Facebook, you might know I just had a birthday. A big one. I’m in denial but… *cough* I just turned 50. One half of a century.

This aging thing ain’t a joke, friends!

Also? I have a newly-nine-year-old. These two things aren’t unique in themselves, but they’re here in Colorado Springs, where so many families seem to have moms that are like, 30. Or maybe 14. I know, having a kid who is nine is difficult to pull off when you’re 14, but who am I to judge really?

While I’m jealous of moms with shiny skin, I’m also thankful to be a mom. To have this boy of mine. He’s the coolest kid I know.

Here he is on our road trip from Virginia to Colorado, at a gas station.

I mean, for real, a kid that can laugh at a gas station after days in the car, with his school project cabbage plant in the seat with him? He rocks.

I’m in denial about this last birthday (“just another day” and all that). But also? I’m content. I have a good job that lets me work from home, and this boy of mine is happy to see me after school.

We walk to school now, and I’m no longer part of the bus mom tribe mommy clique thing, and that’s been hard. But. I hated that bus stop at first, too.

It wasn’t until a mom reached out and said “hello” that it felt like home after preschool autism class, where we weren’t part of the bus stop, or the playground, because Tux was at school for like seven hours a day… his preschool graduation will always be in my heart.

And OMG this is supposed to be a Finish the Sentence Friday post where we just share an old post. Which I’m going to do.

I had a hard time choosing an oldie, but because of my Big Birthday this past week, and feeling old (I actually bought one of those “lifting sticks” from a FaceBook ad — it doesn’t work, by the way), I thought I could use the reminder that no matter how I see myself, my son will always “just know mommy.”

To read the throw-back post from October of 2012, when I already felt old, click here. 

Oh, friends, let’s relish our ages as we live them. We’re never again as young as we are right now.

P.S. I promised to share box fort photos as it grows more epic. It’s getting there! See? Can you find the smiley face Tucker made on it?

This has been a Finish the Sentence Friday post. Once in a while, we have five weeks in a month, and the fifth week, we share an old post. Idea for this new fangled FTSF is courtesy of my fabulous co-host, Kenya Johnson of Sporadically Yours.