We ID Under Age 30
posted in Mom Rants |That’s how I was greeted into a new decade on the eve of my big 3-0 birthday. While getting beer at a basketball game. Not too long ago, I would have gladly handed over my license for a chance to prove my legality. Now, I don’t even qualify for ID checking anymore. Is this what turning 30 has come to?
I’ve been struggling to find the words to record this memory of a major milestone in my life, but everything I want to write just sounds so cliche. Just like all the cards my friends and family got me telling me what a good shopper I’ve become. (Am I that shallow!? Really?)
Every time I’ve gone to write about turning 30, I’ve found that there really are no adequate words to describe how it feels to pretty much have everything you had hoped for at such a young age – happy marriage, healthy child, somewhat financial security, decent job. I mean, if you had told me ten years ago that my life would be like this today, I would have looked at you with that same quizzical expression I gave my friend who told me that leg warmers are back in style. It just wouldn’t seem possible.
So I’m not going to kvetch about entering this new decade. I’m not going to woefully look back at my twentysomething years. Because I don’t really care that Mr. Beer-pourer at the United Center didn’t need to check my ID anymore.
There are other, more meaningful measures that I’ve realized I need to live my life by.
Happy birthday to me.
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