Wandering Wonders

It’s been a minute since I’ve posted a blog. Not that I haven’t written anything,…just haven’t had anything worth posting, or that I felt comfortable posting. The month of January was a month full of birthdays. Starting with Dec 27th (yeah yeah I know that’s not January- Kindergarten 101- but that’s where it started). My baby girl turned 2 years old. Of course I went through the whole memory lane thing thinking about how it seemed like just yesterday I was discovering I was pregnant and trying to make a plan as to how I was going to add an unexpected baby into the family.

Then #2 Daughter turned 10. TEN! Double digits. That just scared the crap out of me.

Then came my own birthday turning the whopping *cough* 30 SOMETHING *cough*. It wasn’t as bad as I anticipated but then I had other things distracting me from thinking about how OLD I am.

The very next day #2 Son turned 11. This was difficult for me because he isn’t able to be home right now. I found myself very sad that day, wishing he could be with us to celebrate the blessing God gave the world when he was born.

Then just 4 days later my oldest, #1 daughter turned 18. THIS is the birthday that hit me the hardest. My first born was suddenly no longer a child. Sure, she still has child like aspects in her life- still needs to graduate high school, get a job, etc- but she is legally an adult. Her birthday is actually when my new age actually hit me a little harder. True,…I’m not THAT old, but I found myself FEELING old. Facing the idea of one of my babies being all grown up was quite daunting. Especially when she was suddenly coming at me with several very adult wants.

Wow. I think I am still sitting back absorbing all of it. Thus the blog silence. I’ve been having very deep thoughts and ideas ransacking through this pretty little head of mine. Waaay too deep for a wintery weather blog.

Oh, lest I forget, speaking of ransacking through my head… I was watching the Super Bowl with The Man and The Who was playing the half time show. There I was minding my own business and the business of a few football players- who by the way LOST the game- when he says, “That song reminds me of you.” “Why?” I ask, after listening to it a bit. “Because when I hear it, especially the first minute or so of the music it’s what I think it’s like inside your head on any given day.” After paying closer attention I found myself posing the thought to myself, “Compliment? Or is he just saying I’m weird.”

Oh, what song, you ask? Teenage Wasteland. For your listening pleasure I’ve attached the song.
So what do you think? Should I be flattered?