My son yanked at my arm as he does in the early hours of every morning.  I slid lazily out of bed, dragged myself to the kitchen to set the coffee maker, and poured Cheerios into his small snack bowl.  During our shower, we filled and re-filled the openings of his building blocks with water and poured it out.  Another of our morning rituals. 

By 9:30 a.m., I was sitting under the dryer with big multi-colored plastic rollers in my hair listening to Bachata while leisurely scrolling through a digital edition of Us Weekly.  Then it was on to the florist to buy my annual Christmas poinsettia, and then home to finally catch missed episodes of The Girlfriend’s Guide to Divorce. 

Evening was reserved for a manicure and spa pedicure at the nail salon–my treat thank you very much.  And the big finish of the night?  Watching my baby put a puzzle together (that he has done at least 50 times before) and then more filling and re-filling of building blocks at bath time.  When all was quiet, I downed a couple of glasses of mango Moscato and savored a delectable slice of double chocolate mousse cake while watching the 10:00 news.  With no more excitement to be had, I put on my pink flannel pajamas and hit the hay.  It was 11:15 p.m.

Happy birthday to me. 

This is me at 43. 

Never could I imagine that the life I am living would be enough.  Spending my birthday as I did would have had my 20-something year-old self laughing hysterically at the patheticism of my existence.  And my 30-something year-old self would have been ripping her hair out in disbelief that this is what it has all come to.  But this is my life right now.  And I am good with it. 

Certainly there could be more icing on the proverbial cake.  I could be crazy in love, or at least deeply in like, with a fantastic man.  I could be ten pounds slimmer.  I could have more money than with I know what to do.  I could have more time to write.  I could get far more sleep.  I could not be a divorced single-mom.

But at 43, with all of its twists and turns, life has been good me.  And, in some ways, even better than I ever thought possible.  After nearly two decades, I am finally getting to know and love me.  The desperation and despair of my youth has been replaced with the resilience and discernment that is borne from an evolving woman.  Motherhood keeps me anchored.  Life continues to unfold for which I am grateful. 

They say that it gets greater later.  So for my birthday, I wish for myself more treasured times with family and friends, countless memorable moments with my boy, the blessing of continued good health, success, prosperity, and, finally a love that lets me just close my eyes and breathe.

May each and every wish come true.

And at 44, as Katy says, you’re gonna hear me roar.

5 thoughts

  1. Suddenly the things we all thought were eventful and necessary have all taken second place, and we wouldn’t have it any other way. A memorable and beautiful day well spent. happy Belated. Terri..43 years young!!!!

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  2. Happy Belated Birthday!! Life does get better as one gets older. Life begins to fall into place and one gains a new perspective. I’ll be 56 at the end of Feb. 2015 and sometimes I wonder where the time has gone! Life now seems to speed by but I’m happier now than I was in my 20s, 30s & even my 40s. I’m looking forward to eventually entering my 60s and embarking on new adventures. Yes Life is good.

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    1. Thanks for the bday greeting and for commenting Deb! I agree that life seems to get better with each passing year. My 40s are turning out to be just what I have heard so many women laud. I am the most comfortable and accepting of myself than ever before in my life. I know what I want for me and my son. And, like you, I look forward to all of the good that it has in store.

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