Now I know that 31 isn't old by any means but I guess I didn't expect the signs of aging to start quite yet!
When did I develop small lines on my forehead? These lines were brought to my attention one day when my lovely little girl exclaimed breathless with excitement "Mommy, you have lines!! Like Squidward!!!"
When did my cute freckles cease to exist as freckles and now are called age spots and sun damage?
How come when I run now I can hear my butt hitting the back of my legs?? Thats not supposed to happen!!
How come no one ever told me that I would have to deal with zits AND wrinkles at the same time or that the bye bye arm waddle was not reserved for women over the age of 70??
Why didn't anyone tell me that you never feel as old as your years say you are?
How come my husband doesn't realize that it isn't a compliment when he mentions my dimples? (by the way ladies, I do not have dimples on my cheeks)
Who knew that when you get pregnant you get stretch marks on the backs of your calves?
The older I get the more I understand the saying that youth is wasted on the young.
The older I get the more I realize that I don't know very much.
With every year that I age I am able to understand my parents better, to see them as human and forgive those things I felt unjust as a child. I appreciate them much more now that I have a better grasp being a parent myself.
Oh my gosh, did I really just yell out my back door "don't run with that stick in your hand, you'll poke your eye out??" Did I really just lick that napkin and wipe my kids face with it?? Thank goodness I caught myself before I yelled out "close the door, do you think I'm heating the whole neighborhood!" I had to fight to keep that one in!
And goodness...did I really just utter "I'm the mom, thats why"
How come, despite all of these things, I absolutely love getting older? I wouldn't trade a second of it!