I turned twenty-seven on Saturday morning.
At 8:10 A.M. Saturday morning if you want to be über specific like my mom. But it’s cool if you’re more into generalities. I feel ya.
Anyway. I’m twenty-seven now. I feel no different than I did the year before or the year before that. In fact, I feel better than I did after my twentieth birthday (hello, hangover!). Now that I’m a
responsible absent-minded mother of two, I have no time to properly cultivate a good (?) hangover. And for that, I am thankful. I was never good at that scene, anyway. And for that, I am also thankful.
I’ve learned a lot in my twenty-seven years on the planet. I’m a little embarrassed sometimes at what I don’t know. But, in a quote paraphrased from the humble-yet-wise Socrates, “The wise man knows that he knows nothing,” I must be freaking brilliant because there are days I don’t even know where my own head is. Sometimes, I feel like I know too much. Y’all know what I mean. Those little moments that spring up and you wish to God that he’d not forgotten to install the memory erase button? Yeah. We’ve all been there. All too often.
So here’s a list of things I’ve learned during my time on the planet. Some are pretty obvious. Some may be familiar to your own learning experience. Some, admittedly, are kind of dumb. You’ve been warned.
- No amount of fibbing, wishing, or praying can take back or erase a text message. ALWAYS MAKE SURE YOU’RE TEXTING/IM’ing?/EMAILING THE RIGHT PERSON. Take it from me and foot-in-mouth disease.
- Baby pictures always seem to come up in doubles and triples. You burned the album of baby bath pictures? Congratulations. Keep looking, though. ‘Cause your mom’s probably got two other identical albums stashed away for such purposes.
- You will get used to being puked, pee’d, and pooped on by your children. No matter how old they are. Other people’s kids… and other people? You will still probably get queasy at the least and/or prepare for a body fluid domino effect at the worst. Luckily, I seem to have inherited an iron gut. Thank you, sweet baby Jesus.
- Anytime I hear, “MOM!” I turn around. It’s a reflex. I don’t care whose kid he or she is… I will turn around. And I’ll probably answer. Crying babies = ditto. It’s a curse, I tell you. I even hear it in my sleep.
- Road rage gets worse with age. Add children to the mix, and it’s a homicidal breakdown waiting to happen. Unless you’re super into finding “inner peace”. In which case, you suck. And you’re probably the reason my road rage is the way it is.
- I always thought that (road rage aside) I would be pretty reasonable growing up. I mean, don’t get me wrong. I’m a woman and my mood has a hormone switch that goes from 0-60 in .00001 seconds. Regardless, I always assumed I could keep my emotions and mouth mostly in check. Again, enter children. And if life has taught me anything, it’s that I can bark at my children any time of the day. And that it’s out of love. . . mostly. But if anyone else barks at my kids? LAWD HAVE MERCY, JESUS TAKE THE WHEEL… ’cause I’m about to come unhinged on you. Back it on up, honey. Back it on up.
- Groceries are mad expensive. If groceries keep going on up, we ain’t movin’ on up to the east side. I never thought that being an adult would be so costly. I don’t know how I ever thought that, honestly, having grown up with two working parents. But I got a good taste of it at twenty-one when I had Gabe. And I’ve been a bit of a money hoarder ever since. Don’t get any ideas and think you’re going to rob me blind, though. The government’s doing a good enough job at that by…
- …”giving” me shit insurance. The mythical definition of insurance is: the act, business, or system of insuring life, property, etc against loss or harm. I’ve learned, though, that the literal definition of insurance is: to rob middle-class Americans blind before retirement so that retirement is only legends heard of as children. True story.
- On topic with groceries: ALWAYS make a list and NEVER go hungry. And if you have kids and can help it, go after nap time or “butt-crack of dawn” early. Trust me.
- It took me some time, but I figured out that it isn’t the number of friends a person has at any given point. It’s the quality of the relationships. In my life, I’ve been blessed with great friendships. Some have come and gone for a spell, others have stuck it out. The relationships I have these days are precious to me. I don’t see these people often and we can’t talk every day due to… well, life. But I know if ever I need a hand, someone will come running. And I’m proud to be able to do the same for them.
- I’m in the process of learning that sometimes all I need is the support from the hubs and that sometimes all he needs is my support. Whether it be physical, mental, emotional… even silent… we’re a team. It’s harder a road than I thought it would be some days, and other days it’s pretty easy to fall in line with.
- Marriage is hard in general. But for us, divorce isn’t an option. Because what good is holding guilt over someone’s head for 50+ years if everything ends seven years in? I’m kidding, y’all. Seriously, though. . . we’ve already experienced some hard-hitting stuff. And it’s been tough. And some days it might have been easier to throw in the towel. But ultimately, he’s my weirdo. So I guess we’re staying put.
- No matter what they tell you, childbirth is the easy part. Third degree tear? C-Sections? Please. Wait until you’re hiding in the pantry with a pint of Haagen Dazs and a shot of whatever beverage (adult or not) is within arms reach, praying that your kids won’t get up from Mickey Mouse Clubhouse and discover your hiding place. Parenting has it’s good days. But it definitely has it’s “hide out in the pantry and pray bedtime carries it’s ass” days, as well. But chillax — that should mean you’re doing it right.
- When you’re young, crying and flirting will probably get you out of a ticket. When you’re a mother, you pray the police have a heart and let you go because, “the baby only sleeps when the car is in motion… and he’s about to blow a gasket.”
- The same does not apply to grocery store clerks who could care less that $0.78 a pound is ridiculous for bananas and that you missed the sale for teething biscuits.
- High school seems like an eternity. College finals can be daunting. Hold on, man. The end is near.
- Family is pretty much an extraordinary thing. And I’m not just talking biological (see #9). My kids call my best friends aunt & uncle. I wouldn’t have it any other way. Because having learned about Gabe’s three girlfriends (two at school and one at daycare), I’m ready to call in the troops with our rocking chairs and guns in hand. Paintball guns, y’all… don’t get your panties in a twist.
- A night out with the girls is amazing and just what the doctor ordered. Whether you’re single, in a relationship, married/divorced with kids… whatever. A night out with your pals is the ultimate in refreshing. Guys, same goes for you. Just keep it clean, ladies and gents. Social media, you know.
- An evening out with the hubs/little lady is even better. If you have kids, try not to talk about the weird stuff that comes out of their noses or how cute or hilarious it was because it kind of looked like Abraham Lincoln. Talk about yourselves… or anything else, for that matter. You only have a few hours to pretend that you’re childless. Revel in it,
- I figured I’d be a “progressive” woman when I was younger. That I could hang out with guy friends solo and still be in a relationship. You can’t and, really, you shouldn’t want to risk it. Not that anything would happen. And I’m not trading in my independence for an apron and a 1950’s edition of Southern Living Recipes. But unless Ev can be around, it can’t happen. Ditto for him. I’ve learned that things can happen, it’s my job as a spouse to try and keep things from happening. Accidental or not.
- It took me several years, but it hit me a while back that my little brother is one of my best friends. And why not? We’ve seen a lot together. My kids adore him. He’s pretty cool. It was one of the best realizations I’ve ever had.
- I have learned and relearned that you can’t make people love and respect you. Those are two things that come naturally and cannot be forced. It can be learned, absolutely. And I’d say that a learned love and respect can be the best kind. But you can’t make it happen. And when you come to terms with that fact, you can live a more content life than you could imagine.
- I said it once recently, but it’s worth a repeat. When I was younger, I was scared of everything. I was content to sit idly in the background. Having little ones changed that in me slowly but surely. If you ever have the opportunity to have little ones and give up some pretty sacred pieces of yourself, do it. It’s amazing. Even on the Haagen Dazs days.
- Unless you’re born into money or have the power to summon wild wealth on a whim, new business ventures are scary. But once you see things taking form and going forward, it’s a pretty cool experience. Definitely equal parts cool and risky.
- Buying a house is a pain in the ass. But to get out from under a rent note is a relief. Moving is also a pain in the ass. Find reliable friends to help. Cook for them. Laugh with them. Mark boxes FRAGILE. Drink after all is said and done if necessary.
- If you take note of nothing else I’ve mentioned, do yourself a favor and write this down: Remember to laugh. It’s easy to get down and discouraged sometimes. Remember to laugh… even if you have to find something to laugh at.
- Lastly, the past twenty-seven years has been a roller coaster of up’s, down’s, and twirly loops. In twenty-seven years, Gabe will be nearing thirty three and Connor twenty-nine. I’ll be fifty freaking four. There may be grandchildren… possible retirement. Who the hell knows. I’m still learning how to navigate the ride, but I’m ready for the next go around.