A couple of weeks ago . . . it happened. I turned 30. I woke up, same as any other day, but I'm pretty sure out there in the distance somewhere . . . . I could just make out the sound of my sister laughing. (Completely ignoring the fact, mind you, that she's knocking on the door of that same milestone herself . . .) Oh yeah, she's been waiting for this day for a long time.
Actually, the day came and went with a whimper. The whimper was mine - as I was fighting some kind of cold that day and as usual I was a lousy patient. All in all, though, it really wasn't a big deal and I didn't expect it to be. But it wasn't all that long ago that the thought of turning 30 was the pure definition of 'becoming old.' Pretty funny, really.
I remember several things about turning 20. Within a little more than a week of turning 20 I also got married. I distinctly remember still feeling like a kid when faced with the suddenly all-too-real responsibilities of being a new husband and 'official grown up.' It took a little bit, but Kel was definitely ready to start having kids before I was. I clearly remember thinking to myself: "I'm still a kid, I can't be having a kid . . ." I was 24 when Ally was born. I remember the fear when we first came home with her from the hospital and it really sank in that we were on our own with our new baby - and there weren't nurses coming in to help every couple of hours. I definitely felt like a kid.
I had a lot of growing up to do. I still do. The twenties kind of felt like adulthood with training wheels. Yes, you have responsibilities and you learn a lot, but you are kind of expected to still mess some things up because you're young. I'm not so sure the same applies to the 30's. I have a fear that I should have learned more than I did . . . You know, like how it's cute when the 3 month old baby finds his hands and starts sucking his thumb. But when you're that kid sucking your thumb in the 3rd grade it's not so cute anymore. I think I might be that kid.
I guess we'll find out. For now, I'm just going to enjoy my twenty-something wife for another month or so. Then we'll both be 'old.' Just ask my sister.
-Jeff
God's Protection...especially today
7 years ago
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You blog???? Who knew??? Apparently, you've been hiding this from me.
Just to set the record straight, yes, I may have teased you slightly in regards to your earthly timeline this past May :) HOWEVER, there is one fact in your post that was a little misleading. You didn't ever suck your thumb as a child! In fact, you were so attached to your passy that it brought about concern. Mom and Dad teased that they would have to pack the "security" PASSY in your lunchbox on the first day of school. Remember???
If not that's okay....because now at least all your friends will know...
:)
Love, your favorite sister EVER!
Oh, My... I guess I don't think about thirty as old because my father was 55 when I was born and I have a half brother who is that age now... So I think my ages are skewed. Mainly though, I enjoyed the comment about your security passy, and the thought of you finding your hand and sucking on your thumb as a thirty year old man was a pretty interesting mental image...
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