Thirty-seven years old and still no mate. In the old days, they’d call me an old maid. Nowadays it’s more common than not. But what does that say about me? Am I packaged wrong? Is there a stamp on my head that says “damaged goods” or “beyond expiration date”? I wonder what men see when they see me. Am I cute, sexy, funny? Or am I young in the face and not slim in the waist?
I’m in what I call the two-year countdown. Two more years and both of my children will have graduated high school. I will officially be an empty nester. Funny, I raised them both to be independent. I actually have two children that when they fly the nest will not come back. I’m not talking about stopping in and staying in between semesters at college. I mean that they really won’t be staying home after college is over and barely there while it’s going on. So now what? A scary thought. What about me? A real wow moment. I am young enough to start a whole other life path. Something I really never considered, ME. For years I’ve only concerned myself with making it happen for my children and giving them all I can. Do I hear a chorus of women shouting amen?
Have you watched that commercial with the woman talking about how while she was building her life, her arteries were building plaque? That’s how I see life right now. Like I spent so much of my life on my children and others, I look around and see that I really kept little if any for me. Well, it’s time to go. It’s time to make it happen for me. I am young enough to pursue the career that I choose to say no to because I put my kids first. It’s time to get into and pursue the romance that I never let take place because I was worried about what kind of father each one would make. Now all I care about is that he treats them with respect and thinks the world of me. Only after God, of course. Say it with me all you moms who have done the same: It’s time to go! We have a future and a destiny and it didn’t die when we finished raising our kids. One more time! It’s time to go! I’ve got places I need to go and people that just I need to see.
Thank you for listening to the brief and some what comical tirade of this woman’s mind. I hope that I can walk the walk and talk the talk after this confession is over. LOL. Until I follow through, see you at the red box. I’ll be the one with the Ben & Jerry’s in the shopping bag taking too long to make my selection.
