A month ago, I was laying on my back deck, soaking in the warm rays of the sun and dreaming about the future, when suddenly it hit me that in no time at all I will be thirty and much more will be expected out of me as a mother, wife and person. For some reason, I have always thought of thirty-year-olds as more mature, wise and independent.
Is thirty a magical age?
As a person, living amongst other mothers, wives, neighbors, and leaders, I must grow up. It is all a part of the human experience. I have to and isn’t personal growth what we all desire inherently?
As a child, I desired to please my parents and gained confidence as I did so. As a young woman, I desired to please myself and gained confidence by conquering the world on my own. As a wife, I desired to please my husband and I gain confidence as he praised me. As a mother, I desire to teach and raise my children with confidence and when I see them grow, then I am filled with pleasure.
So, while I have a difficult time grasping with growing older, inevitably I must. There is no point in fighting it. There is no reason to run from it. I must embrace it. Moreover, the more I grow, the more confidence I gain.