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Just the other day, I had a realization…… I am old.  I think I may have been thirteen when I decided what old was. Meaning I became aware of how old my parents were and how completely uncool, out of touch and well old they were.  After all they were thirty-five and forty and that was just OLD!  I couldn’t imagine being that old. Then a funny thing happened, I kinda became that old.  I can still vividly remember being that thirteen year old girl judging her parents and thinking to herself ” I will never be like them”.  As time passed and I grew up, got married and had children a strange phenomenon occurred, I was exactly like them; old, out of touch, out of style, and somehow (after having teenagers) I no longer knew anything.

So here I am supposed to be all old and whatnot but, I don’t feel old, or out of style, or out of touch. In fact, I feel pretty spectacular.  I no longer worry about what others may think of me.  I feel comfortable in my own skin.  I have resigned to love my body as it is. I have chosen to be happy, to live my life with the best of intentions. To spread warmth in a cold world and to be happy with who I am.  Too many times we get caught up in our ideals of how things should be and we forget to live the life we have.  You can always strive to have more, to become better, to reach for your dreams.

Just don’t forget to be happy with who you are and what you have at the moment. And no matter what don’t ever let anyone tell you that you are too old to do anything. Because age is simply a number.  If I could, I would go back and tell my thirteen year old self that twenty-five years from now she isn’t going to feel old. That in fact her roller coaster ride of a life was just beginning and when she gets to be almost thirty-eight she is going to appreciate just how vibrantly alive she feels.

No matter what your number will be in two thousand and fifteen, embrace it. Appreciate who you are and show yourself and others you are as young as you feel. No one gets to decide when you are old. Because after all, age is just a number and you can live your entire life being as young as you wish. It really is all up to you.

My mind is lost in time. There isn’t enough, there is too much, we take it for granted, we want more, we want less. It is all a matter of time.

Nearly nineteen years ago just days after I gave birth to my first child, my mother came to visit.  Upon her arrival she oohed and ahhed over her first grand child and then she said this to me, “Before you know it, he will be grown and having babies of his own”.  At my young age, having just waited the longest nine months of my life to meet this little person I now called son, I thought she was “off her rocker crazy”.  But today I know she was right.  Over the following ten years I would have five of those beautiful babies. And something fun happened, time kept moving and I now have three children all of teen age. One who recently graduated high school and who has decided he is an adult who no longer actually needs me (tear).  A very intelligent yet very moody fifteen year old boy and a recent to teen hood (today actually) thirteen year old girl who is becoming strikingly more beautiful each day and slightly worries me with her interest in boys.  And there it is my mother’s foresight for life, proving her right as it passes at warp speed. Now thankfully my babies aren’t having babies just yet (and I hope they wait many years to do so) but time has moved at a rapid pace still.

So my question is how does it happen, how do those first few weeks that drag on and on turn into months and then years that passed by quicker than one was able to comprehend?  I mean we are wrapping up another year. In sixteen ,very short, days we will ring in the year two thousand and fifteen!?!?!  I just don’t know how or when it happened. Sometime while I wasn’t looking life ran on fast forward and time got a way from me.  I am nearly fo, fooo, for, fort, four-tee AGH and most days I still feel like I could easily be that nineteen year old girl laying next to the worlds most precious first-born son listening to her crazy mamma tell her it is all going to go by so fast and thinking she knows nothing. However now that I am old enough to be that crazy mamma I realize that life does race by at lightening speed. That we must take each day and treat it with love and respect. That our tomorrows are not promised and that you can’t make up for lost time.  So love deeply, speak your mind, have compassion, be a friend, and think if you woke up tomorrow and you were one hundred years old what would you have hoped you would have done with your life?

Live, Laugh, Love, appreciate and enjoy, enjoy the moments because they move at a rate faster than you will ever comprehend.