It’s happened. The day has come when I realize this day isn’t unusual. This is the new normal. Two kids are taller than me. Three have bigger feet than me; two have bigger feet than my husband. We are busy and driving and in my car all the time. I make noises when I sit. I make noises when I stand back up. I don’t get all the pop culture references. I wear light layers because in the morning when I leave it’s 35. By afternoon I’m down to my tank top and skinnies. And then the sun starts to set while we wait for one kid to finish swim and I have to get dressed again. My kids have cracked my once over their heads code and one even hollars “that’s what she said” when little ears are out of shot. It’s happened. My kids became teenagers. I am peering over the plateau that is midlife, and it scares me a little. I have nearly equal amounts of dark and grey hairs. I have become resolved to things I may never accomplish, but I recognize the urgency of the now when it comes to others. I’ve decided to take my husband to a bar for our anniversary. I cried in a movie and during a commercial. It’s happened. I crossed over. I care about things.
The writer admits the picture has nothing to do with this place, but she knew you’d want to see it.
What do I do now? Anyone with a heart? Advice welcomed.