Growing up, March was for the most part, a magical month. I felt excitement and anticipation, often counting how many times I would have to go to sleep and wake up before it was my birthday. My mother always made my birthdays special, whether it was a big celebration with family and friends where streamers abounded, or a small celebration complete with sparkly confetti, noise blowers, and party hats.
But as I grew older, birthdays began to lose some of their sparkle. Although I was thankful for them, I struggled with the fact that I was getting older. Sure, becoming an "early mama" forced me to grow up rather quickly, but I came to love my young mom status and eventually after finding my tribe - a group of moms in college raising their little ones just like me, and years later, an amazing community via the internet. I realized that I was anything but alone in this.
As 30 approaches, I've decided that the best thing I can do for myself is embrace it. Why resist what'sRead More »from 10 Ways I'm Rocking Motherhood Differently in My 30s