I turned 38 years old. When I was approaching 30, as a mother of two babies, my colleague told me that the best years would come a decade later. Of course, I did not believe him at the time. How could getting older be better? I thought being young and having young kids and a lot of energy would be the prime years of my life.
Yes, we did not have much money back then, and I lacked sleep, but I suppose I could not see ten years ahead.
Here we are, though, and now I can see it. My colleague was right.
For the last year or so, I have been on the path to living more for myself. As moms, we sacrifice a lot. I know that, for a period, I stopped doing things for myself. Instead of spending time and money on myself, all of that went to my kids.
As they age, I am making more time for myself.
I decided a few months back that my 38th year would be the year of me. I plan on saying yes to more things that I want to do. And these are simple things like getting my nails done, spending time with my friends, going to the beach alone, or going for a walk.
I owe it to my husband, my kids, and even to me to take better care of myself. I want to be a wife and mom who is fun, happy, and not tired all the time.
I truly believe that living in these middle years of my life will be the best time. I love that my children are getting older and figuring out who they are. I love that I get to have experiences with them and watch them learn and grow. I love that as I get older, my friendships become more meaningful. I love that there are certain things I just do not worry about anymore.
