I woke up in a fetal position and I had to take the day off. I know 40 is just a number, "40 is the new 20", someone told me today. But it's a really high number. Higher than my daughter can count, if you don't accept "30-10" as an answer to what comes after 39.
I have never really thought of my age until now. I realize I was in college more than half my life ago. I am 10 times my daughter's age. I am proud to say I didn't rush out and buy a red Porsche.
I took the day to think about what i regret and what I appreciate, what has met my expectations and what has been surprising. And I thought about how all those elements have come together.
After the morning doldrums subsided, I kept myself centered by sticking around the center of my life, my daughter. If everything I have done in the past has led me to having her, it's all turned out OK.
Turning 40 was so much differnt than turning 30. There was no big party with all the friends. I picked my child up from school, went to Aventura Mall for a bit, then had an earlyish dinner at The Melting Pot with my family. We ended up covered in cheese and chocolate. It was all good.
I am older. I am wiser. I am no wiser about being older. But getting older is good. As my dad always said, it's better than the alternative.
I know I need to start setting a better example for my child. i need t oeat better, exercise more, practice more patience, and give up Diet Coke. Diet Coke.
I had one glass of wine tonight and i am ready for bed. I will be editing this more tomorrow.
What do all you 40+ moms think?