I've always enjoyed this quote. The first time that I heard it, it was in the lyric of a song called THE SECOND TIME AROUND. Some of us more mature folks get smacked with that sentiment sometime in our over the hill years. It's spawned by the jealousy we feel when we realize that our lives are changing and we can't do what we used to do (and for the most part, hate that we can't)!
Anyway, this always hits me like a ton of bricks when my children have birthdays. For a split second as I come to terms with the fact that they're in their thirties I think to myself, "how can I be old enough to have a child in their thirties?" It's actually a running joke with my son and I as, for some strange reason, he has a hard time facing his chronological age with every birthday since he past 29. As often happens, I write a poem for my children's birthday, and his was this passed January.
I thought I'd show both of our reluctance to see another year go by with the poem I've attached to tonight's blog.
By Patty Lynn
How can it be a woman
Who’s so very young as me,
Has got a son whose all grown up,
And in his thirties, he?
I’m sure it is impossible!
I’m in my thirties, too.
So you must be much younger, then,
Perhaps you’re twenty-two!
Regardless of how old you are,
I’m proud to be your mom.
Your praises I will sing today.
I could go on and on…
I hope you know how much you’re loved,
Each day the whole year through,
But on this very special day,
I’ll say, “Dear, I love you!”