Hello world!
I often wondered what I would be like as an almost 40 year old woman. Would I still have the same values, the same sense of humour? Would I be a mirror image of my mum at 40? I remember thinking she had lost her sense of humour when I was younger. Of course that wasn’t the case. The responsibility does suck at your sense of humour slightly, it restricts you. You behave in a manner which is fitting to you. You are the main influence for your children. So here I am, 37 years of age with two children. My boy is almost 17 year old and my girl who is 12 (going on 21!!). With the mindset of a 30 year old. At least I hope I have a younger mindset. You have to I think to be able to interact with the youngsters. There is no point expecting them to act as you tell them. There has to be give and take doesn’t there? I want to have an ability to get down to their level and try and understand how important hair strengtheners are, or to have an idea of what it is like to have a spot on your neck on disco night. We are talking real issues!I find myself pondering what the future holds for them as I read up on ‘Teenage Parenting’. Do I really need a guide……Along with my rapid change to being a more responsible adult I have the added joy of early menopause. Ha, and you thought the teenagers were enough to turn anyone’s eyebrows grey! Add to that an aged parent, fulltime employment, a husband with a football habit….Enjoy the ride. I think it may be bumpy!
March 13, 2007 at 2:09 pm
im 23 and im pretty much afraid of what life would be like when i turn 30…i think it all depends on the level of EQ, IQ and etc maturity of a person…
as they say, life begins at 40… =)
enjoy
March 13, 2007 at 7:23 pm
Time passes. We grow up. Passing
from childhood to adulthood to parenthood
in what seems to take forever, and
no time at all in equal doses.
Loosing ourselves with the heavy
shoulders of responsibility. Wondering
whether we can always relate; being
who we are now. Who we are now
when they are who we were. Before
we knew that which we know. Before the
end of the world meant war, taxes,
credit invoices, food, bills, utility bills,
mortgage and work.
When the simple problems were
so big. When we’d still only had
the barest glimmer of responsibility;
and consequences were spoke of
but never truely realised.
Can we go back? Can we remember
how important the slightest fault
on our faultless presentation affected us?
Can we look back, without laughter;
forgetting hindsight? Can we relive,
Re-remember our emotions? Re-remember
the way things were?
Or are we stuck where we are now?
We can do our best. We remember that
which we can. We try. We try and
hope and know, in our hearts, that
we worry for naught. That everything
will be fine in the end. In the end
they will find, as we did. As we still
do. The way of the world. Things they
see big, things we see petty.
They will understand. They will. And they
will be where we are now. Before
they or we know it. Wondering as
we are wondering. The same things.
Waiting for someone to say,
you will be fine.
You will be fine and there is nothing to
worry about.
Nothing at all.
March 13, 2007 at 8:17 pm
Grounded Hunter – I think it’s got a lot to do with how well I embrace my steady stroll into this selicate mine field ahead of me. Kids keep you young but when you are faced with new fears such as their futures, wondering if you can influence their life choices in a positive way rather than a way that will make them do exactly the opposite. The funny thing was, when I was facing 30 I had a 10 year old and a five year old and a bunch of different fears. I guess the positive to take from that is how they are now, intelligent teenagers. I guess we all must have done something right! Thanks for the comment.
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Wise Neil – wise words. Giving me a lot to think about, to mull over.
My son and I have just had a heart to heart about his latest romantic dalliance. How he feels and how he cares makes me proud. However, I want to tell him that is too young for this worry, that times are ahead when he will have to face real situations with real emotion and try and make real desicions for himself and maybe others. The truth is, he is doing that now, to me they are not the big things around the corner but they are very real, important to him and ultimatley will help him carve out his own peronality and future self. Thank you. x
March 27, 2007 at 8:05 pm
I reckon we just have to grit our teeth, and hope that we armed the kids as best we could. I’ve raised three, in the main as a single parent (my youngest was 6 months old when my marriage broke up.) You know, we are responsible only to a certain point, for who we raise. You have to somehow close your eyes and let them jump. And love them, always. I’m 42 now, and my eldest is seventeen too. So much more grounded, kind, sensible and beautiful than I was at seventeen. Thing is, I still feel seventeen sometimes. I don’t think we ever stop with that… a patient of mine, Mimi, she’s 85. She told me, that she still feels, inside, like a child occasionally. It never stops. In a way, that’s a fab thing. In another way, it means that we will always be unsure.