Morgan, Story, and I were driving home from being out yesterday. A Newsboys cd was making its second run-through in the player and I was exhausted. We had gone right from church and had made about three different stops that were in close proximity of one another. I was anxious to get home to a lunch of stromboli that Ross was preparing and then take a nap.
While my mind was wandering to thoughts of my head hitting the pillow, Morgan says
"Mom do you feel old?"
I laughed to myself in light of what I had just been thinking about. In the past, naps were something that I had never really been into. Napping was something that kept me from getting things accomplished. After all there is always something to be done. But with my recent pregnancy I had begun forcing myself to lay down daily after lunch because I was feeling exhausted by the end of the day if I didn't. And now with a newborn naps are at a premium!
"Sometimes," I responded directing my thoughts back to her question. "Like when I see a young mom with a baby who is Story's age. Or when I go to kneel down on the floor and think in my mind 'I really want to sit on a chair'. And when I look in the mirror and see dark circles under my eyes."
She graciously laughed off my comments and said something about my eyes not being that bad. Sweet girl. Then I asked her, "Why do you ask?"
"Because you don't act old," she piped. "When I think about it, I'm like 'Wow, mom is 41!' But you don't seem like you are."
You can only imagine how good it felt to hear that from a 15-year old who probably has the perspective of a 30-year old being "old" as well. With a huge grin I let her know that I appreciated her compliments and was reminded of God's grace in, of all things, aging.
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