Any other year I would gladly be 29 for the *ahem* 13th year. This year? I’m proudly 42 and here’s why.
To this point in my life it’s been work, kids and Chauffeur. The days when you think omg please take a nap so I can re fluff this laundry and leave it until 2 days from now because I forgot it’s almost dinner time and everyone has homework. The days when you wish dry shampoo existed because you look like you’re on an episode of the Addams family. (Thanks L’Oréal) The days when you forgot you volunteered for snack day for 22 kids and you have 19 hoho’s. (Thanks Michelle Obama) The days when you finally plop down at the end of the day to wake up at 2 am with a broken neck on the couch.
These days I’m happy to be 42. Because I survived all that. I survived a divorce, 3 grown boys and my own business. I’ve learned the good and bad and everything in between… and I also realized it took me as a person to get where I am. Is everything perfect? Hell no. Divorce never ends. Life is hard and kids give you grey hair. (Thank you Tommi for my awesome color)
42 is a number that says I survived. That I can take all the lessons I learn as a woman, friend, daughter, mother, entrepreneur, wife and farmer and put them to good use. To let the little things go and focus on the big. Be present in my now. My middle son is currently soaring in a plane to get ready to depart overseas with his unit, and as terrifying as that is to me I know we will get through this and he will eventually love his 42. 💗
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