Turning 33

I don't remember ever turning 30. And don't think I have not tried. I am not one of those people who make a big deal about birthdays but I like the day to be noted.

I am into milestones big time, however. I am sure I would have taken turning 30 to be a pretty big milestone since, when I was a teen, I thought 30 was the threshold that decidedly put people in the hopelessly old category. So, how is it then I can't remember turning 30?

Thirty two was a memorable birthday; I was pregnant and I knew it was the last birthday before the title Mom became officially attached to my identity forever. So, we had a big birthday party. The funny thing is, the whole time, I thought I was turning 31.

Now I am a mother. I blew my candles out with my son. It was my first birthday as a mom. That night, before I fell asleep, I stared at my son in amazement as he slept in our bed. I thought... I too was once 8 months old.