SEAGLASS AND OLD AGE

Today I turn 51. Aaron doesn't think of me as old. Abbey I believe thinks of me as ancient, and Ally doesn't want to hurt my feelings so is constantly telling me ... I'm NOT old...she secretly in her heart of hearts probably thinks I walked with the dinosaurs. These are my children. I love em! They are why I am still alive today, as in my delusional sense of my own worth I didn't think they could make it without me, and I didn't want to leave them on this earth to try. Truth be told I am probably a lot tougher than I think I am... Today is a day to reflect on all the good in my life and not dwell on a number, although, 51 does seem EXTREMELY old, or to mull over any unhappiness of the past. Today is a day to celebrate!
And so I start the blog...I have no idea what I will write or how often. I have no idea who will really care what's written here, or who will even read this, but I will write and in writing may have an AH HA! moment or two. I am 51, I am a mother, and I am in love, and I, like the beautiful bottle that had been thrown out to sea years ago, to be broken and banged up, to have its pieces continually polished by the gritty sands, have finally arrived on shore as seaglass...a bit more polished...smoothed out around the edges, and although I hate to admit it, having lost a bit of clarity.