Evolution is good…

My daughter Sarah turned 30 on June 16th.   There was a party to celebrate her birthday and I made a memory album that her guests could look at and sign.  It took all I had to get that album done.  First I got lost in reminiscing and then it was a matter of finding the time to get it all pulled together with my limited scrapbooking skills.  It was a feat to be sure.

The birthday and the making of the memory book caused me to reflect all the way back to her birth – wherein I swore after a day and half of labor with no pain medicine that I was having no more children.  My dad reminds me of that all the time.  I find it amazing that he remembers that moment in time as well as I do.   Albeit, for different reasons – he laughed and I swore.

I did do it again though – and again and again.  Truth be told I would have a dozen more children if I could (and if epidurals were readily available).  Yet, every time I say that out loud the kids shake their heads in disapproval and tell me that behavior like that will land me in the old folks home sooner rather than later…so I say it less and less.

When I look at Sarah at age 30 I am reminded how different her life is at this age than mine was.  At the tender age of 30, I had three kids aged 8, 7, and 1 and was already in my second marriage living the life of a happy go-lucky stay at home mom.   My life changed dramatically a few years after that, but at age 30 my view of life was a fairly simplistic one.  I had no real education beyond high school and no aspirations to be anything more than what I already was.

Sarah’s life at age 30 is much different.  She finished her degree long ago, is not married (but has been in a long-term committed relationship) and has no children (but I am proud to report that I have two grand dogs – Marley and Lucy).  She is always looking to push her life upward and is well-grounded in both what she wants and what she believes she needs to contribute to the world.

I wish selfishly that she would have children sometime soon, but other than that I have to say she seems to be much better versed in herself than I was at that age.  I surmise that is as it should be.  We always hope for more for our children than we have had – that is what we hope our experiences and hard work will end in – more opportunity for them.  So, all-in-all, the differences between my daughter and me at age 30 are a byproduct of the evolution I sought.










Sarah and I holding her memory album

Now as for comparing her age 40 in ten years to my age 40 – well, let’s hope the evolutionary jump she has already evidenced continues upward.  I am pretty sure my progression from age 30 to 40 has all the characteristics of a missing evolutionary link.  At 40 I would sure like to have her be the stay-at-home mom with children ages 8, 7 and 1.  Sometimes the evolution we hope for our children  isn’t always about what happens, but when it happens.

Day seven hundred and twenty-two of the new forty – obla di obla da

Ms. C

About Ms. C

I teach at NDSU...but I remain a student of life with all the enthusiasm that entails. My favorite saying is, "Sometimes you have to take the leap and build your wings on the way down." In the new forty that is what I am doing...building my wings.
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