As we sat in the bright room, waiting for our littles to audition for a local theater production, we moms circled up for that rare half hour to laugh and re-connect. When the topic of my blog came up, one mom nodded knowingly. "Oh, yes, I read your last blog. I remember having the same conversation with my husband a while back. You're 40, right?"
That caught me off guard. "Well, almost 40."
Her: "Mmm-hmm. That's what I thought."
Me: "What, you can tell my age by my blog?"
Her: "Well, yeah."
Me: "That's amazing. I'm going to blog about that."
It was like the "psychic" at the county fair who guesses your age. You think, no way, he'll totally think I'm younger than I actually look. And then he nails it. You think, shoot I need to make an appointment for a fresh hair color.
I remember sitting at a Hearts at Home conference a long time ago. A gorgeous woman was giving a concert for all us moms. I can't remember her name, but I remember when she announced that she was 40 and everyone gasped. Seriously, she looked all of 25. I decided to try it at my last concert. I mentioned my age. No one gasped. Shoot, definitely time for a fresh color!
I am not obsessed with age, or hair color for that matter. I love the wealth of experience and wisdom that comes with chugging down the timeline. I value these things more than youth. But it's disconcerting when someone guesses your age based on what kinds of things you are blogging.
I'm trying to figure out how to throw everyone off. Let's see....watch for upcoming titles: My Secret Crush on Justin Beiber, When Your Husband Forgets Your First Anniversary, How to Decorate Around Mom's Old Couch and 2 Garage Sale Chairs, 20 Recipes for Ramen Noodles.
Yeah, I don't want to go back there. But I do like this thought from Job 33:24-26.
let their flesh be renewed like a child’s;
let them be restored as in the days of their youth’—
then that person can pray to God and find favor with him,
they will see God’s face and shout for joy;
he will restore them to full well-being.
Well-being, with the smooth skin of a child. Heavenly.
It WAS good to be in that tight little circle yesterday of 40-somethings and almost-40. Just remember, after 40 you can explain most things away with a smile and a coy, "Because I'm 40 ..." :)
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