I just turned 50.
In my body, I move like I am 20.
In my mind, I think like I am 20.
In my heart, I love like I am 20.
The best part about being 50 is knowing who I am.
If I could hand my 20-year-old self the confidence I now have in who I am, that would be amazing.
I am precisely who I was when I was ten, twelve, eighteen, twenty, twenty-four, thirty-two, thirty-six, forty-three.
Only now I own it. Embrace it. Enjoy it. Live it.
My greatest guides are my own children.
As they grow and embrace who they are, they too call me out on who I am and how to be my best self.
My oldest son turns 21 in a few days. This feels good to me. This feels right to me. This feels exciting to me.
I heard a line in a movie last night. A woman, the mom to grown children, said something along the lines of not being sure who she was if she wasn’t 100% a parent. It was about how she recognized that she needed to find herself within and without that role.
It brought tears to my eyes because I get that.
As I settle completely and thoroughly into who I am, I’m finding my way into settling completely and thoroughly into the trust of who my three children are. 20, 19 and 16, they are each unique and exciting human beings.
There is always parenting to be done, which surprises me sometimes, but there’s also this rich, vibrant comaraderie amongst the four of us that stems from our growth together as a family.
