Heartfelt · Mindfulness · Parenting

We don’t grow old…

Happy Birthday! You don't grow old... via {In Our Gumboots}This morning I woke up and discovered that I’m no longer a {thirty}threenager! In the hustle and bustle of being a mum, I’ve spent the past 12 months gradually approaching 34 and I hadn’t even realised! It’s not that I have a problem with ageing – I’m happy to embrace the crows feet and saggy bits; and I’m actually looking forward to a crown of white hair so I can tint it blue… or purple… or pink! But what surprised me about this birthday was that 34 sounds like a very grown-up age. Aren’t 34-year-old’s adults? Does that mean that I’m an adult? I don’t feel any different to when I was a teenager and yet…

I have three beautiful kids.
I invest every minute of every day trying my best to ensure they’re safe, healthy and happy.
I have a mortgage.
I have a profession.
I have bills and…
I have grown up responsibilities!

So at some point, most likely when I was elbow-deep in pumpkin purée, I grew up and slipped right into this role of adult.

But thankfully that doesn’t mean that I’ve left childhood fading in the decades behind me. I live it every day. No, I don’t have a Peter Pan Complex – I have kids! And every day they invite me into their magical little world of childhood. But now that I’m older, I get to appreciate it on a whole new level! I bring along 34 years of extra wisdom and experience to see all of their childhood moments with a little bit more enlightenment. I get to watch memories being made; connections being formed; and the learning, love and laughter unfold. Sometimes I watch in awe and sometimes I’m in the thick of it. Either way, it’s a wonderful place to be with my favourite little people!

So, to celebrate my 34th birthday, I’d like to say a huge thanks to my little ones for always wanting me to share in their childhood adventures. It’s even more fun the second time around!

Thank you for brewing me endless cups of gumnut tea in your cubby house café.

Thank you for pushing random buttons in the elevator so we can enjoy a haphazard ride before we find the right floor.

Thank you for sitting on the swing beside me having philosophical discussions about Minions.

Thank you for embarking on adventures to the Faraway Tree, Hogwarts and Donaldson’s Dairy.

Thank you for dancing with me in waiting rooms and supermarkets when our favourite songs come on the radio.

Thank you for sharing all of your exciting finds with me: the leaves, flowers and rocks. I love to hear, “Mum, look at this!”

Thank you for asking me to sit on the hill outside school to marvel at the clouds moving across the sky.

Thank you for stopping to smell Every. Single. Flower. when we go for a walk.

Thank you for dancing wildly with Dad and me every night after dinner.

Thank you for coming on forest adventures to search for unicorns and fairies.

Thank you for singing at the top of your lungs through the shopping centre.

Thank you for the crazy {and gross} things you do that make me cringe and laugh hysterically at the same time.

Thank you for painting yourself… and the table… and the walls… and me with bolognaise sauce.

Thank you for pretending to be cavemen and leave a mass of curtains rails and plaster in your wake.

Thank you for putting on elaborate inpromptu concerts.

Thank you for taking me to jump off the highest cliff with you at Inflatable World.

Thank you for decorating me in tiaras and makeup.

Thank you for jumping on me every single morning so that I wake up to your enthusiastic little faces and cold toes snuggled in next to me.

And most of all, thank you for living every single moment of your childhood to the fullest because it is the most precious thing to watch and I wouldn’t want to miss a thing!

And finally to everyone else out there {from one young 34-year-old} I’ll share my favourite quote…

“ We don’t stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing.” George Bernard Shore

Keep playing,



8 thoughts on “We don’t grow old…

  1. I love that quote – I think age is just a number. I’m 45 and I still haven’t grown up. My advice: don’t grow up, it’s a trap!


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