There is a certain lull that comes with realizing that you have been alive for the past three decades. When the day that marks the 3-0 arrives, you take stock of your life so far and wonder what the future has in store for you.
At 30, I seemingly may not have much to show for except a baby and a husband. I don’t have a job, I still look the same as I did (or perhaps worse if you take in the early morning feeds which has given me dark eye circles and my lingering jelly belly which I’ve been told will take at least a few more months to go away) and well, it can be depressing. Honestly, it was…
Here’s why…a lot of my peers are busy juggling their careers with family life while here I am living a life at home with my baby in tow. Most of the time, it’s a relatively quiet life with grocery shopping, cooking, housechores and such. If it were a day or two, it would be still alright but every day of the same routine? And it’s hard to be out and about with an infant…so when I took stock of my life, it felt as if I was falling short and lagging behind in the race.
Until I realized that the race is different for everyone – different goals, different lives and well, everyone is just plain different. At 30, my life has changed dramatically. I went from being a wife to a mother in that span of time. In fact, it was after my 29th birthday that I got pregnant. You could say that I waited quite a while for this birthday present to show up and mind you, it is one that I would not have exchanged for anything else, especially a long day at the office facing crappy people.
Yes, the big 3-0 has come and gone by without so much as a squeak but I’ve come to realize that sometimes it’s not what happens in a day that makes a life fulfilling but what occurs in the course of weeks, months and even years.
You could say that this is one of the more meaningful and rewarding birthdays ever – one spent with a husband and a baby daugther.