Today is my forty-first birthday and the new age has started me reflecting on being a Mom at my age and how that might affect our boys. I do feel my age most days when I am chasing a two year old and a five year old around, trying to cook dinner, give baths, return emails, so on and so on. I wondering what my age might mean to our boys or do they even notice?
When I was five, my mother would have been twenty-five. Now, that thought really makes me feel old because I remember thinking my Mom was ancient. With that being said, I also thought she was the most beautiful women I knew. I thought she looked beautiful, she sang beautiful and everything she did was perfect in my eyes. I still think she is a beautiful women, however, when trying to draw from my child-like memories, I chose that description of her not because of how she looked on the outside but because of how she made me feel on the inside, which was very loved. She was beautiful because she did everything for me, she cooked for me, she cleaned for me, she kissed my boo boos, she simply loved me unconditionally. She was and is spectacular in my eyes, no matter the age.
In this fast paced world that I call "life", when my boys look at me with the same love and admiration, it makes me feel as if I must be doing something right. When they greeted me with birthday wishes this morning, they were so excited and proud to be doing something for me. The smiles on their little faces was the best gift. At the end of the day, their opinion is the one that matters the most to me. If I can be the most beautiful person in their world, I'm happy, no matter my age.
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