Turning 30 was a mental challenge for me. Let me explain some of the things that were running through my head.
- Am I to start dressing like my elementary school receptionist, in Reeboks and khaki shorts big enough to swim in and a French braid with no makeup?
- Is my make up to be toned down a notch? No more eyeliner?
- When having a conversation with my brothers can I still say “Dude”?
- Having four kids and being 30, is it socially acceptable to wear my ultimate favorite type of shoe….Chucks!?
- Is it acceptable to play the PS3 and enjoy it?
- Do I look like a weirdo walking into Game Stop and knowing my ish?
These were just the tip of the iceberg. So, as my birthday started to creep up like a nascar race I then realized….age doesn’t mean ANYTHING. All of the things I was
worried about were attributes that make me who I am. If I want to wear my chucks and jeans and pink lipstick I am going to wear it (can you guess what Iam wearing today?). This is who I am! Im a little chunky, Funny, quirky, sarcastic and temper mental at times and young at heart yet physically old who likes to hit the sack at 8pm. My family and friends love me the way I am so why shouldn’t I.
I think growing older has let me develop a sense of who I really am and what I am really comfortable in. I have to say in the past 2 years I have dabbled in more of a colorful palette of makeup then ever before, and I likey! Just yesterday I was with a co-worker at target and had a young man stop me and say "Ma'am can I just say you are very pretty". Now, the Ma'am part made me feel old but I said thank you and accepted his compliment. My friends and family know Its difficult for me to take any compliments. But I've learned that it’s a good thing. Its a compliment women take it, run hell marathon that comment and smile! Let the small things bring a smile to your face.
What brought this blog on? This morning while getting dressed, I go to put my black and white chucks on. I cant….WHY, because my son is now wearing my collection of chucks and tightens the laces so my fatter wide foot does NOT fit. I never had to share my clothing or accessories with anyone. I was the only girl so I got to steal my brothers shoes. Now, here I am 30 years old sharing my shoes with my 12 year old son. Is there something wrong with this? My Mom is 5’9 and size 10 in women’s shoes, I could NEVER borrow her stuff. Is this a common issue out there, Moms sharing shoes with their sons? Now, I have my little terd son messing with my carefully, clean placed laces and leaving indents from his scrawny fit. I don’t think I like this at all. Maybe I will go into his room, take his shoes and remove all the laces. So, when he is getting ready to go to school he will have to take time to redo his laces.
So for today try something, look in the mirror be confident, love your own skin and own it. This is a daily double Ive got Mommy Problems & Steal of the day.
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Til’ next time….. M