35 and Life

Today is my last day in the 30-34 category!  You know those little judgmental boxes you check off when you need to disclose your age.  Well, tomorrow and for the next five years I will be lumped in with those who are the big 4-0.  This has me reflecting on what can make a person feel like they’ve grown up.

I usually only pretend to be mature to hide the silly and ridiculous that is my true self but as I say goodbye to my early 30’s there’s some strong feelings, mostly good.  Perhaps its the realization that there’s a whole lot of adult going on.

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Without thinking too seriously, here are a few things that are making my life at 35 seem grown up.

There’s the minivan. I know it’s not young and cool to be excited your car has the option to come with a vacuum cleaner but to me its a dream come true. It has 150 cup holders and yet somehow we could always use one more.

There’s the Costco membership. It goes hand in hand with the minivan.

There’s us.  Danny and I have been married almost 15 years.  Isn’t that a milestone?  Not a relive your wedding reception/party with friends kind of milestone but it’s still big, right?  Earning us some major adulthood street cred.  We got married in our baby 20’s and I have to admit, I felt pretty grown up on my wedding day.  I had no idea.

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There’s the kids.  I seemed to have aged in fast forward mode after giving birth to our 8 and 10 pound babies.  I literally have the body of a 35-year-old with two kids.  Being responsible for little people is tough.  Especially when your kindergartener is smarter than you are.  I hear all the time, “Mom, ‘I don’t know’ does not answer my question.”  Then, I draw upon my 35 years of life experience and make something up.

There’s the mortgage and our little home.  “We’re in ESC-uh-ROW!”   Can everyone else relate almost anything back to Gilmore Girls? And Friends?  We just invested in a suite of yard tools.  Nothing says you have indeed arrived like a hedge trimmer.

Believe it or not turning 35 is so totally fine with me, I actually think its a pretty great time of life.

“Thirty-five is a very attractive age.  London society is full of women of the very highest birth who have, of their own free choice, remained thirty-five for years.”

Oscar Wilde

Maybe that’s not such a bad idea.

Be sure and share what and/or when you felt like an official adult.  I’d love to hear your experiences and stories.

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