It’s my day today. Birthdays are always a bit strange to me in the sense that I think back to what it must have been like for my mom and dad to have this new little bundle of responsibility in their laps. I know the biggest thing on Mom’s mind was the big bump on my head. The doctor said it would go down in a few weeks, and it did. Since then I’ve survived a few other bumps, some self-inflicted.
I do, indeed, like being middle aged. I have loved each stage of life, but I wouldn’t want to go back. The understanding that comes with time is a great reward for aging, but that is not to imply that I understand it all. That would be far from the truth.
And, of course, now I get to enjoy five kids and five grandkids. Wow! I’m blessed.