I thought that I might feel sort of old when I turned 30, but I didn't. I think I had met enough 30 year olds by then that 30 still seemed young to me.
When I started noticing more and more gray hairs on my head - I blamed it on the fact that my mom's side of the family gets gray hair early - so normally, I wouldn't be getting gray hair at my age.
The first time someone asked me, "How many kids do you have?" and I answered "Five", I felt old for a minute, but I reasoned it away quickly - remembering that I was still pretty young for having 5 kids (nevermind that I had several friends who were younger than me who had 5 kids).
This week, however, I had a dose of reality when I was sewing cub scout badges onto a cub scout uniform. I hadn't really thought about it when we went to the scout store to buy the supplies, nor when we went to the Blue and Gold Banquet a few days after his birthday. For some reason, reality didn't hit until I started sewing the little numbers on the uniform sleeve.
I had a flashback of when I was asked to be a den mother about 8 years ago to the Wolf and Bear scouts in our neighborhood in St. George. At the time, I thought it was strange that I would be asked to be a den mother when my little boy was just a baby. He wouldn't be a scout for ages! I wasn't good friends with any of my scout's moms because they were all older women who were busy with older women activities (their older children).
Suddenly, I realized that I had become one of those older women!
I made a resolution, again, to enjoy and make the most of each passing day. They go by much to quickly.
My little boy - running off to scouts: