My Daughter is 30 – and I’m Only 39!

My daughter is celebrating her 30th birthday. How can that be? Wasn’t it only yesterday that I sewed her a little dress to match my own homemade blouse? Didn’t I just tote her in a backpack to explore the great outdoors – and then dig a live wasp out of her mouth? I still remember the piano recitals, the dance exhibits, and the stage performances. I was the obnoxious mother in the front row with the camera. (Now she’s toting her own baby girl… along with the camera and hopes and dreams.)To celebrate her birthday, I took her to “Menopause the Musical.” It’s hilarious and we laughed together. The musical reminded her to enjoy life now before middle age brings the challenges of incontinence, sagging skin, weight gain, memory lapse, and mood swings. After our evening, I was so happy I rushed home to sew us matching outfits. Do you think she’ll be surprised?