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No to Mommy Jeans

When exactly do we cross that threshold when we are suddenly considered “old,” “older,” or “too old?”

So I was driving my 12 year old to school when we came upon the insane drop off line and I looked over at her and said – hash tag (#) mommy problems (of course totally kidding because my older brother had recently forced me to watch that Saturday Night Live hash tag skit that remained implanted in my brain) and she looks at me shaking her head and rolling her eyes and says – “no mom you can’t do that you’re 40 something.” I looked at her, slightly struggling to remain cool, composed, and contained, and said “What?! I was joking you little nerd! #tweenproblems!!” To top off the #incident as I was driving off I turned up the radio and there was Blink 182’s “What’s my age again” coincidently blasting its reminder through the airwaves –

My friends say I should act my age
What’s my age again?
What’s my age again?

I swear it was my kid who was listening to it 😉 making me come face to face with that thought that has been lurking in the dark recesses of my mind for almost a decade now – have I reached the threshold??

Does #40something mark the point in my life when I’m supposed to chop off my long non-behaved curls and instead sport the short soccer mom hairdo? When I’m supposed to go through my closet and get rid of anything that could potentially be viewed as inappropriate or “too revealing” for my age? Am I supposed to now swap my favorite 140BPM station (yes techno people!) for the “light” mom pop station while I run?

What’s up with these societal impositions or am I stating it this way to make myself feel slightly better about realizing that I am at a different stage in my life now?

Hmmmm…

I can’t speak for the other #40something year olds out there but damn I feel good knowing that I can still outrun and outyoga a good handful of 20 year olds. I’ve decided that chale with society’s rules about who I’m supposed to be and how I’m supposed to behave. I’ll save that confrontation for when I’m 60.

I’m kind of liking those ridges and grooves and wild canas that have come to symbolize the life experiences I’m accruing.

Here’s to the best decade of my life…

#lablogadora #40something #xicana

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