Holy Moly, when did we get so old? .
I remember when I could get out of bed or pick something up off the floor without involuntarily making an “urrrrggghh” noise. .
And my husband can remember when he could toss our son over his head without pulling a hustle muscle. #HappensEveryTimeNow
I also remember when I wasn’t completely obsessed with what kind of pillow I slept on, because I was young and could quite happily sleep comfortably on a small pile of logs. #SoMaybeNotButIDidHaveAQuickSnoozeOnAFootpathOnce
But we do get older. We can’t help it.
We can’t actually stop it. .
But instead of worrying about it, we can focus on the bits that count. The life we lead, the love we feel, the laughs we share... and ... um...getting the toddler (and the husband) to wee in the toilet bowl and not on the floor.
Yes, those are the bits that count. .
And even tho it doesn’t stop me from making that “urrrrggghhh” noise every time I bend down, it makes me realise how wonderful it is to be able to chase around these kids (well, the 50% of them who can run around anyway), and how wonderful it is to be able to pick them up at all. .
What a lucky family are we to all be together, to be healthy, to be happy, and safe and loved. And... um... not covered in wee... .
When did you start feeling “old”? What did you do to feel young again? Leave a comment and let me know below xxx
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