Motherhood is Aging Me

motherhood is aging meI am starting to feel the aging process take ahold of me and I am hating it. My sister and I have this conversation often, about how you are only as old as you feel you are.

I know my age. I am 33 years old. While I know that’s not OLD – motherhood is aging me.

I have fought the good – but the frown line just won’t go away. I notice neck wrinkles (ick). There are stretch marks, cellulite and I am sure if I would let my natural hair color shine through there would be a grey hair or two.

This body has birthed and is raising 4 kids under 9. Maybe it’s the lack of sleep, the stress, the constant state of going that has me in this funk. Whatever it is – I am sure that I would of aged if I hadn’t had children. But since I have had 4, I might as well use them as my excuse, right? This just seems like a good time to use my “mother of 4” card. 

The best I can do is accept this, not let it define me and how I see myself. Time to pull out the mirror and go all Jack Handy repeating lines of encouragement to myself.

“I’m good enough.”

“I’m not that old.”

“People like me.”

For all you 30 somethings, I recently stumbled across this video and it made me smile. Hopefully it will put a smile on your face as well.

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