I woke up last week and realized that I am living with a daughter who is growing up. It started with her coming downstairs after getting ready for school, hair flat ironed, lip gloss applied, asking for a cup of coffee (with about three cups of added flavored creamer because she doesn’t actually like coffee, but all mature people drink coffee, so why not??)
My favorite coffee from my favorite coffee brand in my favorite device…the K-Cup
This is the classic story all mothers tell…time goes too fast…they grow up so quickly…where do the years go…you know the drill. But, what I am really asking, is where the hell did all my time go?
More important than my daughter getting older, I am getting older. Old. And, I think I can safely say that as you age, the years go by on what feels like an exponential scale, versus linear. We adopt our own middle aged version of dog years. One year of adolescence is like 7 adult years. Woof.
I am struggling with aging, because in my mind, I am still in my 20’s. I have relevant conversations with my college age babysitters. I dress well. I read Us magazine. I know all the latest pop stars (I think just saying “pop star” made me seem really old).
In case you aren’t as young and hip as I am, this is Nicki Minaj. She is a pop star.
I’ve decided that instead of fretting about my downward spiral toward 50, I am going to embrace it. After all, I’ve invested 16 years in my marriage and 12 years in my parenting career that have made me happier than anything else I’ve ever done.
I don’t put the pressure on myself I did in my 20’s to be the best, look the best, have the most friends and be in on the best social scene. I am content to make popcorn with my kids as we watch a family movie on a lazy Friday night after we’ve all talked about our week.
I know who I am. (In my mind, the best gift of maturing) And once you know who you are, you can help your kids figure out who they are. Self awareness is the key to not letting people, situations and life in general ruin your day.
So even though part of me is sad to see Sophie getting older because it means that I am too, I am eager with the anticipation of who she’ll become and the life she’ll lead. She’s off to school dances and packing her own lunch. She asks me if I need help with anything and she is starting to babysit. She does her own homework and is begging for a cell phone. She is taking the baby steps toward maturity. And while it gives me a bittersweet pang to know she’ll need me less and less, I hold her up, like a bubble, let her go and whisper, “float…”
This is my Sophie, 12 years ago. The years do go by…
School Dances, Making Lunch and Flat Irons was first posted on January 14, 2016 at 9:00 am.
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