|Kids were on leashes way back in 1977. For reals.|
When you don't get married young (at least by Catholic/Christian standards, i.e. in, or just out of, college), and then it takes you five-and-a-half years to become a mother, you find that everyone around you is younger than you.
Like, way younger.
People are usually shocked when they discover how old I am. Which, on one hand, is a good thing, I guess. At least I don't look over the hill. But it's also clear from their reaction (jaws dropping to the floor) that they think I am really, really old.
|I'm so old my parents had to take a picture of the TV when I was on (middle, front)|
And the weirdest part - no one is EVER the same age.
My theory is this: My peers are, generally, moms to much older children. If they do have young ones like me, they also have a few older kids too, which means they're too seasoned, or too busy with the older kids, to do all those newer mom things that newer moms do. So they run in different circles. Don't attend Moms Group anymore. Are busy picking their kids up from school. Hang with the parents of kids their kids' ages.
But that's just my theory. It could be that no one was actually born the same year as me.
|The dress. The hair. The eyebrows. Someone out there must remember the 90's.|
When I need a reminder that there are, in fact, people born in 1977, I look at this list and revel in all the beautiful, youthful stars who aren't 24, 29 or 32, like everyone else I know. They're 37 like me! They do exist! (Okay, I don't really look at that list, but Ryan and I are always playing the age game with whomever we're watching on TV and we're obnoxiously happy when someone is our age or older).
|One year later, out with the puffy sleeves and in with the hooker dress. The '90's were funny like that.|
I'm not complaining. Really, I'm not. Everyone you know being younger than you is a small price to pay for finally becoming a mother after all those years wondering if it would ever happen. It's just that they're all so fertile. And pregnant. And yes, I may be keeping up with my three kids. But their three kids is just the beginning, because they have so many, many, many, many years of fertileness left.
I, on the other hand, am nearing the close of my fertile window. A window that only cracked open twice in my whole life. A window that, just as I was starting to get accustomed to breathing in the fresh air, is about to be closed forever. I could go on with this analogy all night, but I'll spare you.
Seriously, though. I am not just of advanced maternal age, but have been for a couple years now. Menopause is on the horizon.
Don't get me wrong, I have a ton in common with all those younger girls. My closest friends are younger girls. And, truly, age is just a number once you're an adult. But I still would like to bump into someone born the same year as I was.
So where my 1977 peeps at?
(Yes, I really just said "peeps." Remember, my teenage years were spent in the '90s).
I'll take 76'ers too. I live with one, and would have been one myself if not for two days. So hit me up.