Someone’s turning 39(ish)
When I get off work this afternoon, I’ll be on my way to Birmingham to visit the family and celebrate Mama’s birthday. She swears she’s turning 39… I may not be great at math, but I think that would mean she had me when she was 13. So, either she got started at a really young age or she’s lying… I’m pretty sure it’s the second one.
In all seriousness, she turned 51 today – although I still don’t think she looks it. The crazy thing (to me) is that she had me when she was my age. That kind of puts things in perspective. As much as I love kids and eventually want a family, I can’t imagine being a mom just yet. I sometimes still struggle with the idea that I’m an adult, ya know? I think I should probably have a firm grip on that concept before I start trying to take care of little ones.
But anyway – back to Mama. She and I have had our fair share of ups and downs. I’ve put her through hell and she’s driven me crazy, but somehow we’ve managed to make it and I think we’re closer now because of it. Now that I’m older (and so much wiser…haha) I can see what a strong, compassionate, funny woman she really is. When I’m frustrated, she lets me vent. When I’m excited, she shares my happiness. She’s always there when I need someone.
Happy birthday Mama. Here’s to another 51.