I know I am getting older. I know because I recently placed a bid on Ebay for a soup tureen and I got all excited. I'm classy enough now to know several good soup recipes. And I have officially decided that serving soup to my guests (when I have them) directly from the pot is beneath me. Snotty? Older? Maybe both. Mind you, it depends on the guests I'm serving soup to. 19 yr old missionaries who come over once a month may not even notice/appreciate a soup tureen. So having them over may not warrant a soup transfer.
Another sign of my age is the fact that some of the quirky glass-decorative items I received for wedding presents are now starting to appeal to me (weird!). We received a lot of platters that I scoffed at when I was 23. I was just wishing that we could just afford a vacuum cleaner. I have an entirely new relationship with all those platters now. They come in so handy at birthdays or ward functions. We are on our 3rd vacuum cleaner, and I'd prefer not to use it if possible (old).
We have a temporary satellite radio feature that came with my husband's new car. It's called Sirius. Serious! The free trial period is about to expire and I have enjoyed it so. The main thing I love is all the 80's music I get to listen to. Why oh why did I not discover the 1st Wave station sooner? It expires in less than a month and I am tempted to just sit out there and listen to the radio instead of cooking, cleaning and doing laundry. I'd feel free as a bird just like I used to in my youth with my sony walkman plugged into my ears listening to one of my two cassette tapes: OMD crush or Aha Hunting High and Low. I didn't have a care in the world. We'd be on a family vacation and I wouldn't even mind all the driving. I was busy memorizing the lyrics to a mixed tape my friend made me. It's amazing how listening to that stuff can take me right back to those days of careless bliss. Alphaville's Forever Young came on this morning as I drove back from dropping my daughter at school, and I felt forever young!
I guess that's what they say right? You only as young as you feel. My outside might be wrinkling but my inside feels the same. I'm trying to be more active lately and I can feel myself getting stronger. That is so appealing to a woman of my age. Yet my knee keeps bothering me as a painful reminder of the truth. Youth is wasted on the young is another saying. Looking back I'd say that is somewhat true. You don't appreciate your youth until you are on the downward slope. Don't get me wrong. I don't think I am old yet. 43 feels pretty good. I'm just aware of an awakening of sorts as to what is important in life. I'm on the brink of pushing my birdies out of the nest and it's a solemn thought provoking stage.
The other day I was dealing with my younger girls doing our morning ritual of getting ready for school. My older daughter was dressed and I was dressing my younger one (something this 5 yr old can do but prefers my help with). Big Girl said to me "Mommy, can you stop helping E and come pour me some cereal?" When I asked E if she could dress herself the rest of the way she said "No" I then asked A if she could pour her own cereal (she can). She claimed otherwise. I had both kids reverting in age and ability both wanting a piece of me. A frustrating feeling that most mothers can relate to. I made a joke and said "You can't put on your shoes? You can't pour Cheerios? What is this Baby Camp?!" I had two totally different reactions. Little Girl laughed herself silly repeating "Baby Camp!?" over and over. And Big Girl cried. . . like a baby.