The agonising by a couple of our blogging fraternity recently
about having to face their 36th birthdays
made me smile -
a little wistfully, it has to said.
I was thinking: "36! "
You're worried about being 36!!
Don't you know you are in the prime of life, people?!
Of course, I can see that now
I have the advantage of hindsight.
Coming clean means telling you that the 3 day fest for this birthday is because this is my 65th, ahem, my 65th,
I can hardly believe it.
What the heck happened:
I was just going about the ordinary business of life,
toddling through the warp and woof of living on this planet
Here I am
I always imagined I would be dignified and wise at 65;
would have a handle on life;
able to give wise counsel to young women and stuff like that
I still have trouble realising I'm not a young mom myself
And I see that often young moms are a lot smarter than me.
My journey has been fantastic up to now
Its all been great
Just really fast.
Its been epic the way people have spoilt me the last few days:
I told you about the night out and the trip to Franschhoek;
Mel told you about the Sunday lunch with the family
and the box set of Friends dvd's they gave me.
(I am a Friends junkie!)
Its always a buzz for me to have my family around me,
as it is for any mom
then yesterday, I was taken to a mystery location for breakfast.
The location turned out to be a friend's place and
she had gathered "my girls"
(as in my daughters and DILs,)
+ one DIL's mom, around a sumptuous brekky.
So much kindness!
I had paused the cricket
So I could come home and watch us humble the Aussies finally.
A perfect ending to the day.