I’ve written about this before, but I’ll say it again: I’ve always felt young. In one way or another, age was always a prominent issue in my life — which is why this blog, this lifestyle, seems fitting in a way.
And then as I was about to turn 25, I felt like I was prepping to hurdle over a divider. Something about this year felt significant to me — and now I know why.
For the first time in my life, I don’t feel “young”. Of course I feel youthful and I’m, obviously, young, but I don’t perceive myself as being too young anymore. And if this “early mama” experience has taught me anything, it’s that our own perception is the one that really matters. That’s what makes us feel insecure, inhibited, isolated.
It could be the number 25 (no longer the “early” 20s), but it could also be the fact that more of my peers are venturing into this previously uncharted lifestyle. They’re getting married (or at least being serious about dating), having babies, growing up. And even though I’m still one of the few 25 year olds with a toddler, I don’t feel like such an outcast. I’m not lying about my age to strangers or ducking the “how old are you” question, mostly because those raised eyebrows and pity-laced comments aren’t there anymore.
Or maybe it’s because I’ve become more comfortable with myself — less embarrassed or ashamed. I’m proud, in fact, of the life I’ve built with my young, happy family. It could just be that I’m not all that young anymore — which is more of a shock than I ever imagined it would be.
Or maybe it’s because of this community — your emails, your stories, your support. I wanted to create a space where other younger moms could connect and feel less alone, but I didn’t realize how much of an impact it would have on my life. So thank you for that.
When did YOU stop feeling “young”?