So, Tuesday was my birthday. My 33rd birthday.
More than any other age that I’ve reached so far, this feels like legit adulthood. Don’t ask my why. I don’t think it has anything to do with Jesus starting his ministry at 33 or anything like that. (Though I’ve had several people bring up that point already).
And there’s a pretty good chance I’ve said this already about another age (31, maybe? I seem to recall something about that), but never mind what I did or didn’t say before: this feels legit-er.
And it’s not a bad feeling. 32 kind of was. I remember feeling down and heavy and a bit, well, sad about 32. I blogged about it. And then, I didn’t post the blog (whew! I’m glad I didn’t now. It was probably whiny and narcissistic).
But this 33-year-old gig is a pretty light one so far. It’s matter-of-fact and hopeful. Like, “So, you’re a little bit older. That’s okay. You’ve had a chance to grow a bit more in God’s grace. That’s a good thing.”
So…Hello, 33. Welcome. I think I like you just fine.
Speaking of growing, I thought it might be fun to take stock of and greet the ways I’m different than I used to be, so…
Hello, avocados. You really are an amazing little creation. I’m so sorry that I hated and shunned you all of those years. I still can’t eat you straight, but on a salad or sandwich or whipped into guac with lots of lime, tomatoes, onions, and cilantro…yeah. You’re one of my faves, now.
Hello, novels in my earbuds. My husband has listened to books on his phone forever, but I’m always a bit behind the technological curve, and I’m just now really embracing the convenience of listening to “books on tape” as I do projects. I’ve knocked out a decent number of books in the last few months, and it works wonders in my motivation for tackling the next daunting thing on my list. And, considering how little time I’ve had to read over the past decade, it’s been a welcome escape.
Hello, to-do lists. Speaking of lists, I’ve always been a do-er and a goal-setter, but lately, I can’t get enough of making lists and checking them off. In the past, they stressed me as much as they fulfilled me, so I would avoid them as much as possible and just “do the next thing.” But now, I’m all about planning out my morning, afternoon, and evening. And if (WHEN) I don’t get to it all, I try to be kind to myself and remember the successes over the omissions.
Hello, Christmas. Of course, I’ve always loved Christmas. But, as my kids get older, and understand more and more both the true significance of Jesus coming to this earth as a tiny Savior and the sheer “magic” (for lack of a better term) of the celebration, I find myself looking forward to it for months at a time–something I haven’t done since I was a kid myself.
Hello, non-competiton. When I watch my kids play soccer, I wonder where they got their laid back genes. Because as even a very young child, I was anything but relaxed, especially when it came to anything competitive. I would get genuinely upset with myself for missing a fly-ball (there’s footage of me as a 6-year-old playing tee ball, for the love, and I’m pounding my 4-sizes-too-big man’s glove in frustration because of some error I made on the field) or for making lower than a 96 on a test. High-strung, much? Mmm-hmm. But more and more, I just don’t care. Let someone else freak out about a less-than-perfect score or get bent out of shape over losing at a board game. I think I’ll go take a nap instead.
Hello, red meat. I am, first and foremost, a poultry girl. I never ate red meat much growing up, nor did I ever learn how to cook it, so I’ve just avoided it for most of my decade of marriage. I didn’t even think I liked steak. What??! But then, I discovered this recipe and have since branched out into other cuts, and now, while I’m still no expert, I am confident in my ability to cook a tasty steak, and I look forward to the (still) rare occasion when they’re on the menu.
Hello, new opportunities. There are several big changes, both blog-wise and life-wise (no, I’m not pregnant) on the horizon, and I can’t wait to tell you guys more about them!
Hello, baby-cuddling. I’ve always held and loved on my children, of course. But the older I get, the more aware I am of just how fleeting these days of tiny, finger-grasping hands and warm milky breath are. I am more and more okay with just sitting and snuggling my sweet babies no matter what else is on “the list.”
Hello, gray hair. I haven’t had any until this year, and while I still have to hunt pretty hard to find one, I’ve noticed a sparkle or two of silver in the last several months. To say that I’m excited about it would be overstating things a tad, but I tell you this much: I’m not dyeing my hair until I “have to.” Assuming that I ever feel that way.
Of course, the truth is that, even with these little shifts, I’m still just me. Just Abbie. A 33-year-old sinner, wife, mama, daughter, sister, friend…saved through faith in Jesus, seeking daily to grow in the knowledge and grace of the Lord.
What about you guys? Are you saying hello to anything new as you get older? I’d love to know I’m not alone.Like what you read? Like M is for Mama on facebook (pretty please?):