WHEN A CHILD TURNS 40

May God bless and keep you always
May your wishes all come true
May you always do for others
And let others do for you
May you build a ladder to the stars
And climb on every rung
May you stay forever young.

Last week my oldest son, David, celebrated his 40th birthday.  For me this has become a real admission ticket into the world of being considered a senior citizen.

Up to now getting the senior discounts, collecting social security and even the medicare and AARP newsletters have been easy to brush off.  As long as I don’t look too carefully in the mirror, I don’t feel old.

But for first time that I feel the impact of the passage of time because of David’s birthday.  I think the reason for this feeling is I vividly remember being 40.  I remember my thoughts and dreams.  I remember our family life and what we did and where we traveled.  I think I remember it so vividly because I enjoyed that time of my life so thoroughly.  It was a time of lovely innocence for us all.  So when I reflect back on my 40th birthday, I can’t believe the years have run through my fingers like water when you scoop it for a drink.

I know a lot of you slicers are young and just building your families but has anyone else felt like me as a result of your child’s birthday?

Well as Rod says – may you stay forever young,

Bernadette

About Bernadette

I live in the small town of Haddonfield, NJ. I am at an age in my life when I seem to spend time thinking and musing about life. These musings are usually stimulated by my walks through Haddonfield, my reading of books and fellow bloggers, and my interaction with my group of fabulous family and friends.

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  1. I’m with you Bernadette! My son, David, turned thirty two years ago and made me sit back and think, where did the time go? My father-in-law recently made a comment about how he can’t believe his son is turning sixty this year. He says, “That’s just not right!”

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