Well, not really two of me exactly, but two people who share the same first and last name.
That’s what happens when your bil marries a girl who shares the same first name as you.
But, I’m the OLD one.
To her, it must seem like I’m ancient since I’m old enough to be her mama.
I would have had to be a really young mama, but it’s still possible that I could be her mama.
I’m not the one who is newly married, I’m the one who has been married for almost 10 years.
I’m not the one who is pregnant with her first baby, I’m the one with three growing boys. Even though some people heard she was pregnant and thought I was pregnant with my fourth. This baby shop is closed.
I’m not the one with my 20s still in front of me, I’m the one who is aging gracefully towards her 40s.
As much as I sometimes look back on my carefree 20s with longing, I wouldn’t want to go back. I might want to go back to the body I had back then, but I wouldn’t want much else from that time of growing up.
As much as there’s something special and romantic about being a newlywed, that adjustment period is also pretty hard. Hubs and I have found our stride and have a strong marriage.
And as much as I love holding a new baby, I’m so ready to move on from that stage. I still want to babysit, but I want to give the baby back and be able to get some sleep at night.
So, even though there are two of us, I’m perfectly okay being the old one.
Are you content with the stage of life you are in? Or are you constantly looking back or ahead?
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