My four-year-old daughter was being silly (as usual), and she said, "When I'm your age..."
I didn't even hear the rest of what she said, because I realized that when she is my age, I'll be 74. About once a month, I have a panic attack -- did I wait too long to have kids? I was 34 when my girl was born. I have two lovely, charming children (mostly!), and I swear I draw on every ounce of experience and maturity I have to be the best parent I can be. I just don't think I was ready to be a parent any younger. So I have to accept the fact that there are trade-offs. I think I'm a much better person at almost 40 than I was at almost 30. I sure hope I'm even better at almost 50, etc. But I had a little heartbreak tonight when I realized that I might not be around to see my daughter reach those same milestones of 40, 50, 60. Well, I dang well better be here for her 40th. But shoot! It kind of makes me wish I hadn't waited so long. All I can do now is be here, present, for as much of my kids' lives as possible.
Also tonight, she said, "Mama, I want to be everywhere that you are!"
I promise to enjoy that while it lasts!
And to exercise more, and eat better... I need to stick around as long as possible.