Posted by on Aug 14, 2012 in 30s are better than 20s, age 30, life lessons at age 30, magna writing, magna writing editing, midlife lessons, turning 30 years old, web writing business, writing help for small business | 0 comments


I was not concerned about turning 30. It’s just a number and I’m not one to whine about getting older – we should all be so lucky to be able to complain about old age. My 20s were good, my 30s will be even better; end of analysis, I said. My husband threw me a great party and I rocked my way into a new decade.

Somehow, in the three months since hitting that age milestone, I’ve noticed a definite change in myself. I don’t know whether that number subconsciously influenced me or whether the timing is coincidental, but I find myself taking stock of my life, and here is what I’ve determined.

First, family needs to play a larger role in our daily lives. Before we became parents, living 2,000 miles from every living relative was inconvenient. Now that we have Ryan, it is downright difficult and painful. I don’t know how to end this paragraph right now except to say that at some point, something needs to change.

Second, life is too short to not do what you love, on your own terms. I’m not messing around anymore. I sort of write for a living (I’m a former journalist turned public relations professional), but it’s not enough. I love to play with words; I am somewhat addicted to it. That’s why I started my own writing and editing business. I am passionate about it, I know where I want to take it, and I owe it to myself to really try.

And finally? I’m just going to say it… I love being a mom.

You know, it’s funny. I fought this for a long time. Not that I fought loving my kid. Obviously, I think he’s all sorts of awesome. But I fought the role for a while. Like if I labeled myself as Mom, that meant there would be less room for other things, like Writer and Professional.

That’s ridiculous. I freakin’ love being a mom. I love when Ryan is desperately requesting something in what sounds like a foreign language and I somehow manage to decipher it. Or when he’s screaming to get out of the carseat and I calm him down by explaining to him that we are going bye-byes to our house and when we get there, we will say “hi” to Belle and then we will get crackers and then we will hug Bear and then we will watch Mickey.

He is a typical toddler: He is passionate and frustrating and hilarious and unpredictable and fun. I love being his mom. I will be the first one to volunteer to bake cupcakes for his class and I will make him these bottle cap stamps cuz shoot, they look cool. It doesn’t take away from who I am, it enhances it.

Can you believe I learned all of this in just the first three months of my 30s? See, I’m getting wise in my old age.