on another year gone by. Today I turn 34. Not a landmark number, but it got me thinking about things.
I was talking to my mum, and working out where we were living when she was 34 (we moved around the State a lot with dad’s work). I was somewhat amazed to realise that I have quite a few memories of my mum, when she must have been 34. I was about 8 at the time, so remember where we were living, family outings etc. I remember that I thought my mum was so grown up, and… middle aged! Eeek!
My kids are younger than I was when my mum was 34, but even so, I find myself wondering what they will be thinking of me, in a few years.
Do I feel middle aged? Heck no!
** thoughts interrupted to break up a fight because Mr Age 2 is walking his plastic toy cow over Miss Age 4, which she is complaining about, loudly **
LOL – no wonder I don’t do much introspective reflection – who has time for it!