It was today and the universe gave me a beautiful day to enjoy in NYC, part of which was spent at the Brooklyn Botanical Gardens to see the cherry blossoms starting to bloom. Wish I could say it was peaceful and relaxing, but with 4 kids in tow (went with friends) it was a constant battle of making sure the kids stayed out of trouble (“Don’t pick the flower petals! They’re for looking, not for picking!” “Don’t swing that sharp stick around, it’s not a lightsaber!” “You’re walking too close to that water!” “The coins stay in the fountain!”). There were some good moments in the day, but I think I’ll just file this birthday away.
So, this wasn’t a big birthday, but it’s close and I’ve been thinking about getting older and aging. Seems like I’ve been having a lot of “how did I get here” moments lately (cue the Talking Heads). How did I get this old? Are these really my kids? I usually don’t think about it, but once in a while I’ll catch the 3 of us in the mirror and wonder how I produced 2 kids who look nothing like me. I was actually sitting in a cafe last week with Mia, my sister-in-law, her cousin and her daughter when the waitress came by wanting to ask the mom whether it was ok if the little girl had a cookie. But she hesitated and admitted that she didn’t know which one of us was the mom. Oh snap! Burn! It doesn’t matter as it did give me a laugh, but I confess that I sometimes look at the girls searching for something of myself in them.
…And one last thing before it turns midnight and another birthday passes: thanks to all who entered so far in our first anniversary giveaway. Reading those comments was seriously the only thing that took me out of the blahs that I’ve been in for the past few days. I especially loved that there were some long-time readers who delurked to leave a message (hello there). It was one of those “Look! There ARE people who read this thing!” moments. It’s nice to meet you.