Yesterday I woke up on the wrong side of the twenties.

Thirty is so close it’s practically breathing down my neck.  And I realized this is the first decade I’ve lived in that I haven’t been anxious to leave.

And then I cried.

Well, not really.  MG took care of that for me.

Mama birthdays are so different.  March 1 happened to be the only day of the whole year that Daddy had to work until 9:30pm.  Baby’s getting more teeth (either that or I’m going crazy or maybe that is going to make me go crazy-arghagharrgh) and woke up unmistakeably unhappy at 7am.  (But before you start to feel sorry for me, know that Daddy took the day off today!  Which means Mama gets the day off today!!  AND he  brought home breakfast. AND we’re going out to dinner.  Spoiled indeed.)

If you could have asked me at 16 what I thought 28 would look like, I probably would have said “married, SAHM, with one or two kids.”  Check.

But I doubt I would have said that little kid is a little girl named MG

Who loves to get into Mama’s drawers

And who loves to play dress-up with the contents.

Who “reads” everything she can get her hands on

Who looks darling in shoes

And who sleeps in the funniest of positions.

Being a 28-year-old, married SAHM with one child also means that I don’t get to go to either John Mayer concerts this year (let’s just say something miraculous happened after I wrote that).  Or enjoy the harmonious voices of my students singing “Happy Birthday” to me.  Or go out for a night on the town with Daddy without setting up a babysitter, an MG dinner to go, a packed diaper bag, and a cell phone within easy reach.    I’m a full-grown adult now.  There’s no getting around it.

But I think I’m okay with that.

Besides, I found out that 28-year-olds get drop-in visits from friends

(which means that MG also got a drop–in visit from a friend)

And balloons on their mailbox

And enough texts, calls, emails, cards, Facetimes and Facebook notifications to make this Mama feel so very blessed.

So being an adult’s not so bad.  Besides, I never got a Marc Jacobs purse for my 16th birthday.  Or a shirt that I loved so  much that I had (accidentally) pinned it not once, but twice on Pinterest.
(source credit: Pinterest)

Spoiled indeed.  {Love you, babe!}

My life as a 28-year-old is exactly how I envisioned it at 16. I just didn’t know then what I know now:  The true in’s and out’s of being an adult are so much more AND less than I ever imagined.

There is definitely one thing in common between my 16-year-old and my 28-year-old birthday wishes:


And while I didn’t know this at 16, this 28-year-old, married, SAHM knows it now…
That the best kind of sugar in the world looks something more like this:

Here’s to year 28!

3 Comments on Thoughts on 28

  1. Cadwell
    March 2, 2012 at 7:56 pm (6 years ago)

    Oh I just LOVED your post. My feelings on the big 2- 8 exactly:) Miss my old life, wouldn't trade it for my old life:) love you Miss Kate! Happy Happy Birthday!

  2. Sweet Mama K
    March 2, 2012 at 8:12 pm (6 years ago)

    Thanks, Shelb! It's so wonderful to have friends that can relate! <3

  3. flylittleone
    March 3, 2012 at 4:09 am (6 years ago)

    Happy Birthday Kate! Looks like you had a perfect day!


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