What I Think About Turning 50.
Biggest Birthday Ever!
So the time has finally come! I have successfully made my journey through that long and winding road, pushed my way kicking and screaming to a place where there is no return. Alas I have tirelessly made it over that proverbial hill.
June 22, 2013 marked the 50th anniversary of my birth, to which I am very grateful for the suffrage that my mother invariably must have sustained. She never forgets to phone me up on the morning of my birthday and to relive the story of my birth from beginning to end. She does it with all my siblings, its rather very sweet and I never tire of hearing it.
This year however, it was extra special. What I thought was going to be a painful experience turned out to be quite the opposite. In my mind’s eye I imagined that when that stroke of midnight rang, that I would look at myself in the mirror and watch as I turned into a wrinkly, ancient, tired ole hag! Well I may be another year older but I still look the way I did the day before my birthday and that was a nice surprise…I guess what I’m trying to say is that it wasn’t as bad as all that. Looking back over the years I actually never thought that I would live this long, and if I had known this, I would have taken better care of EVERYTHING!! But hindsight is 20/20 and we can only learn from experience.
I guess that I thought about turning 50 too much, that is I saw it looming in the distance for quite some time and I feared it tremendously. I suppose that I viewed it as a death sentence of sorts, the end of youth, beauty and health. I know that is silly but there was always the thought in the back of my mind that my journey would soon end as there is more years behind me now than there is in front,(I assume). Truth be told, I think I had a harder time with turning 40, physically that is, I think I felt it more. That’s when the ole bones started creaking and the back started really aching. Yes I think it started then, so I need not have worried because according to the average 20 year old, over the hill had already been reached well into my 30’s.
Now what made this year extra special as I mentioned before was the fact that all my sisters (there are 4) all hopped on a plane and came to see me for a week. All but one is older than me and to say that I was deeply touched by them sharing my day with me is an understatement. I think that they were all just thrilled that I made it over that hill to join them….I imagine all my sisters dressed like witches stirring a huge cauldron…”Come on my dears…come join us on the dark side”…Yikes. Seriously, it really meant the world to me. We didn’t do anything extraordinary as far as birthday’s go, but the fact that they all took time out of their busy schedules really touched my heart. They bought me a nice dinner at a steakhouse, and what could be better than that? We laughed, A LOT, we almost cried a little and those memories are forever imprinted in my heart. In the middle of all this excitement one of my sisters even became a Great grandmother, yes that was great in front of grandmother, I won’t however tell which one, as I don’t think she wants to see that in print yet.
I thank them all from the bottom of my heart…
Top ten reasons why turning 50 isn’t so bad….
You finally qualify for the AARP discount, they are everywhere!!
You can join that red hat club…yay finally!
You are getting closer and closer to that age where you can say anything and get away with it.
You can basically wear anything you want such as glitter, big loud prints, (Flowers and paisley here I come).
You have become wiser!!!
You understand on a deeper level how important family is, especially your children.
You can finally Bedazzle all your denim!!
The need to impress people is gone with your libido!
You can start napping again!
10. Its all down hill from here!