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barbee50We are both 50 years old.  Me in 5 days.  5 days and counting.  You betchya I’m counting.  This is the big one. 

On one hand I’m freaking out because I just can not fathom being that OLD.  I keep hearing that 40 is the new 30 so does that mean 50 is the new 40?  My body may be convinced of reaching half a century but my mind has yet to grasp the reality.

I think perhaps part of why my mind hasn’t caught up is because I’m surrounded by my grandchildren, who wear me out, but as the saying goes, keep me young. 

I think having small children around is the key to staying young.  You don’t have time to be a fuddy duddy when kids are dancing, singing, playing, arguing, and just being kids all around you.  I love exploring with the babies and re-living experiences with the older kids. 

I like the picture I posted of Barbie.  She’s realistic.  It’s much closer to me than the Barbie who for 50 years has only changed her hairstyle and make-up.  I know there are some who strive to achieve that Barbie body and to you I say good luck.  I don’t need it.  I’d like a similar one (without the exaggerated proportions) but I’m okay with the imperfections life has bestowed upon me and that I have happily eaten myself into.  I’ve earned my grey hair and stretch marks.  Perhaps I should embrace my crown of glory more.

I played with Barbie while growing up and so did my daughter and now my granddaughters.  Barbie may have an unrealistic body but what she represents, at least to me, is continuity.  Passing down the gauntlet of womanhood and the changes in life we need to embrace.  Barbie was a housewife when I played with her.  My granddaughters have nurse Barbie, pilot Barbie, Barbie Princess, and I suppose eventually President Barbie.  Why not?

We’ve come a long way, Barbie and Me.

Happy Birthday to us.

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When I stand before God at the end of my life, I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left, and could say, “I used everything you gave me”. Erma Bombeck

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