JP Shawhappy hump day: wrinkles crinkles and gray hair!
It's Wednesday Worries, and on this (hump) day I find it's the one day of the week where all my worries rear their ugly little faces, usually manifesting themselves the night before, while invading my sleep.
It's the middle of the week, and I've already dealt with a lot before this day. Making it to Thursday without yanking out my hair, and declaring myself immediately insane (shhh don't tell anyone) is my challenge. So on this particular Wednesday I find myself thinking about my age, and parenting my youngest child. Trace is only 19 months old right now, but I'm 34 (just turned) and though I never thought about it before. Now I'm worried.
THINGS I WORRY I'LL MISS WHILE PARENTING
A CHILD 32 YEARS YOUNGER THAN MYSELF
A CHILD 32 YEARS YOUNGER THAN MYSELF
I've realized when my youngest son (Trace) is 17 years old, I'm going to be 49. Okay enough said.
I may not get to see Trace get married. When he's 30, I will be 62.
I may miss seeing any grandkids from Trace. I mean most couples these days aren't starting their families until after they reach 30 years old. (Mental note: Tell him to start a bit earlier. Like when he's 29.)
Staying up late to watch movies with him. Lord knows at this age I'm already going to bed at ten o'clock. So when Trace is in high school I should be in bed around eight or so. Gotta rest those tired bones of mine.
Inability to punish him effectively because if runs away I won't be able to catch him. (ya I'm gonna miss that.)
Hearing his friends say (your mom is so young looking) like his older brother's friends did. When he finally does bring friends home, I will be 50 years old. (No I'm not his grandma!!!!)
Walking him to kindergarten and yelling (wait up!) Instead of (keep up!)
Hearing Trace tell me (God ma, you are so old fashioned.) Ya I'm gonna cry that day, which will prolly be on a Wednesday (go figure.)
Knowing his grandparents might not be here for him. That makes me sad.
Having him wipe my butt and change my diapers when he's only 25 years old. (Jake already said he won't do it. Ewww.) So mommy needs you Trace.
Having him embarrassed to bring his friends to saskawatch, because I can no longer pluck all the facial hair I've found on places on my body it shouldn't exist. (Lift my beard and kiss mama Trace, I'm still here.)
Watching him get older. I'm only 34 and my parents are only 50. They get a big kick out of seeing my gray hair. I'm being cheated out of that! (not fair...)
Well tomorrow is Thursday, so I know this feeling with fade. I guess if all fails, I need to just enjoy life while I'm still here. (mental note: extra hugs and kisses for all my kids and husband.)I may not get to see Trace get married. When he's 30, I will be 62.
I may miss seeing any grandkids from Trace. I mean most couples these days aren't starting their families until after they reach 30 years old. (Mental note: Tell him to start a bit earlier. Like when he's 29.)
Staying up late to watch movies with him. Lord knows at this age I'm already going to bed at ten o'clock. So when Trace is in high school I should be in bed around eight or so. Gotta rest those tired bones of mine.
Inability to punish him effectively because if runs away I won't be able to catch him. (ya I'm gonna miss that.)
Hearing his friends say (your mom is so young looking) like his older brother's friends did. When he finally does bring friends home, I will be 50 years old. (No I'm not his grandma!!!!)
Walking him to kindergarten and yelling (wait up!) Instead of (keep up!)
Hearing Trace tell me (God ma, you are so old fashioned.) Ya I'm gonna cry that day, which will prolly be on a Wednesday (go figure.)
Knowing his grandparents might not be here for him. That makes me sad.
Having him wipe my butt and change my diapers when he's only 25 years old. (Jake already said he won't do it. Ewww.) So mommy needs you Trace.
Having him embarrassed to bring his friends to saskawatch, because I can no longer pluck all the facial hair I've found on places on my body it shouldn't exist. (Lift my beard and kiss mama Trace, I'm still here.)
Watching him get older. I'm only 34 and my parents are only 50. They get a big kick out of seeing my gray hair. I'm being cheated out of that! (not fair...)
