It was my birthday last week. I am rather a little late in writing about it, but I had a lovely time.

I wasn’t really looking forward to my birthday. I felt a bit ‘meh’ about it to be honest. I hadn’t even booked the day off work.

31. I like an odd number, so I’m ok with that, but I guess a part of me also thinks ‘what the hell? Really?’ It seems so…old. So grown up.

I had a flashback to my mum, and when I was younger. When my mum was 31, I was 10. I can’t even imagine myself with a ten year old right now, let alone a 10 year old and an 8 year old. My mum always looked so grown up, so….adult. I can’t believe I am now the same age she was when I was 10. I mean, I don’t feel like I know a bloody thing about anything.

It didn’t help that my partner helpfully told me that I was already through a third of my life. Nothing like that to cheer you up, is there?

On the day, I got up, heavy hearted, and came downstairs to balloons and a birthday banner, which my sister had put up for me. And a smiling face of a little girl screaming


And you know what? All of a sudden it was the best day ever.


4 thoughts on “Birthday

  1. The Reading Residence

    Happy belated birthday. My husband and I still have our birthdays off (we’re 4 days apart, so it’s a nice birthday week!) but I definitely relate to the getting older feeling, and I’ve a few years on you, too! At my age, my mum had an 11 and 8 year old, so similar, and yes, she was a proper adult and everything, whereas I am 17 in my head. Maybe one day we’ll feel grown up? x

  2. Linda Greentree

    I can assure you that however ‘grown up’ you think your Mum looks she is still only 18 and a size 14 in her head! x


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