That’d be ME.
Yep, it’s my birthday. I am 39 today. Eeeeeeek. In one year I will be 40. I am about to embark on a year of self discovery, weight loss, bucket list adventures blah de blah etc etc – isn’t that what you do when you’re facing the big 4-0? I don’t know if I’ve got the energy for all of that. Maybe I’ll just get my boobs done or a buy a fancy sports car. Sounds way more fun.
And to make it extra special I am taking my new 4yo to her first day at kindy. I am expecting tears from her and me and perhaps even Twiggy. I can’t believe that she’s flying the coop. Soon I will only have one baby at home. I am unsure if I should laugh or cry. A bit of both I reckon.
But today I’ll smile because I am so excited for Miss 4 to begin her journey. Her own solo adventure. It’s time for her to meet her own friends and have her own teacher and carry her own school bag. It’s time for her to step out of the shadow of her older sister. She says she is scared, but I know she will thrive, in time.
Today, I’ll hold her hand as she faces her fear. Afterwards we’ll all go and celebrate – her being brave and me getting another year older.
And then I’ll start planning my next birthday – the big one.
Any ideas what I should do – travel or party? Decisions, decisions.