It has been a little while since I've written.
I'm turning 42 soon. As I am thankful that God has given me my health and collecting wealth of experiences, knowledge and wisdom, I lay here thinking.
The gray hair no longer hides between the black, making their presence more prominent. They are here to stay and collectively trying to make a statement. The stripes are trendy, I say. So gray away!
The hips and tummy are prospering. Giving me shape. Not a problem.
Afternoon naps on Sunday no longer a luxury. It is now a necessity.
And staying up past midnight on a work night means a lot of people won't like me tomorrow.
The least of my problems.
What I am thinking about now is me. Kids are leaving the nest soon, and I have worked hard enough to provide for them. This Single income working mum has not done too bad. I have enough put aside for their education, and if needed, I have the resources to get more.
It's me now that I have to prepare. What will I do coming home to an empty house? Move back with my parents? Maybe...not.
I suppose when kids move out, it's almost like retiring. A job as a mummy done. The nurturing bit anyway. I hope they will still recruit this retiree for some contract work once in a while.
