What’s my age again?

I have officially reached the age where I listen to audio books in the car & complain about the temperature being too cold! While turning another year has been exciting, I actually feel exactly like I did before my birthday, I haven’t really kept my promise about blogging which is sad but at the same time, I’ve talked about my issues with people so maybe it’s a good thing after all. This is my chance to makeup for time lost & hope for the best.

Currently, I am at the pool watching our son play with children he doesn’t know. As I munch away on pop corners (in a corner alone and pray no one sits beside me for “obligated parental small talk”), it hits me, this is what my mom felt when she would cut playtime short to get out of the heat. As a child, I honestly didn’t understand why I couldn’t stay outside all day and make friends. I didn’t understand why she always said we could go but “only for a little while” but now I get it. She did it because 1. It’s hot as hell, 2. We are African American 3. She’s grown and I wasn’t paying anyone’s bills. 🤣🤣🤣 I feel it. I understand. I am burning up and I want to go inside but it’s only been 10 minutes and I need to get over myself.

I do all of this complaining to say, getting older is a blessing. Having a family to grow with is also a blessing & I would endure all this heat all over again if it means I get to see a smile. Well, as long as I’m not mad. Lol

PS- I hope he put on the sunblock we got him. I have a strong feeling he didn’t but, then again, I’m only saying that because it’s an obligatory parental expression. ❤️

Until next time.