This is a photo sent to me by my step-niece, Theresa, who just turned 30. I sent her the Birthday doll and she was thoughtful enough to send me this picture and a thank you via Facebook.
Happy Birthday again, Theresa.
When my other niece, Stephanie, turned 30 back in November, she asked those of us having a Birthday dinner with her, “What did turning 30 mean to you? What were your 30’s like for you?”
Those of us at the table included her mother, step-father, and me – all in our 60’s – it took us a while to dredge back in the memory banks for an answer. My son, Robin, and his wife, Emily, responded more readily…not being that far removed from having turned 30. My daughter, Katharine, turned 30 in December, just a month after her cousin, and I posed the question to her.
So I’ve had Stephanie’s question on my mind several times this year. What did turning 30 mean to you? What were your 30’s like for you?
My answer: I remember the loud ticking (actually beating) of the Biological Clock! I had always hoped I’d be a mother by age 30 and I wasn’t even pregnant! I gave my husband a very clear ultimatum – a year later on May 3, 1978 (one week before Mother’s Day) – my son, Robin, was born.
My daughter, Katharine, was born when I was 35. But in between those 2 births, I experienced a very sad miscarriage. So I guess it is fair to say that a big part of my answer to the question, “What were your 30’s like for you?” involves pregnancy and it’s risks and joys. And the result of most pregnancies: raising babies, feeding them, worrying about them, loving them like a crazy woman. As a matter of fact, my sister, Pat, used to call her 3 children her “Crazy Makers”!!! I’ll bet she still does.
And so my question to my readers, whether you read this on my blog or on Facebook is:
What did turning 30 mean to you? What were your 30’s like for you?
And my wish for Georgiana Garcia, Stephanie Hashimoto, Katharine Scott, and Theresa MacNeil – all who have turned 30 in the past 12 months, and all who are beautiful, single, smart, young women- is that for each of you, your 30’s will be truly something to write home about. And, I’d love it if each of you would leave a comment on my blog or Facebook, stating your hopes, dreams, goals for your “Thirty Something” decade. So I can cheer you on. Bravo, young ladies. And 3 cheers!!! One for each decade.