This past Saturday I did something I had never done before: I went to the movies all by myself.
Over Thanksgiving my sister had given me all four of her Twilight books by Stephenie Meyer, and I finally caved in and read them to see what all the fuss was about. Then Saturday night, since the little one was in bed and the boys (big and little) settled down to watch some football, I thought it would be fun to see the movie since I had just finished reading the book.
It was too late to call anyone, but heck, I decided to go alone.
So, there I was, at the movie theater.
On a Saturday night.
A date night.
To see Twilight which was, really, a teen movie.
There was one middle-aged couple...and me. Everyone else was younger and on a date.
But as I looked at all those young kids I had a revelation: I like who I am right now at this point in my life, and although I was a little nostalgic for that young freedom, I wouldn't want to go back to those years.
I like being 41.
I like being a wife and mother.
I especially like the fact that I didn't feel embarassed about sitting in the movie theater all alone.
And, I enjoyed the movie. I really did.
The only thing that showed my age was that once the lights were lowered, instead of a $50 snack of popcorn and a soda, I slipped a granola bar out of my purse.
Hey, I have three sons that need to go to college.