Being part of a big family with an age difference definitely has its ups and downs, but for the most part being the youngest is pretty darn special. In total there are five girls and two boys. Growing up having four older sisters was great. Not that I had anything against my two brothers but seriously they were boys! It was my sisters that I would watch for hours as a little girl as they got ready to go to school sock-hops, out on their dates or have friends over for another Friday night party filled with music, dancing, food and a lot of laughter.
When I would go through our family photo albums I didn’t care that my oldest brother was old enough to be my father. I didn’t care that my oldest sister made me an aunt when I was only four. I didn’t care that my parents looked more like my grandparents. When I looked at those black and white pictures I never viewed age as being something awkward, bad or sad. When I looked at those precious pictures I only saw my family. From the time I was a baby I was subjected to family members and friends of all ages. I have always been comfortable with both older and younger people. I find it incredibly easy to talk and share stories with people of all ages. Age has never been an issue to me… and WOW…what a gift that has been.
I’m thrilled that my 20’s and 30’s are over. My 40’s have been beyond incredible and I believe the rumours that it only gets better in your 50’s and 60’s. It has only been in the last few years that I truly believe that I have just begun to live the life I was meant to live. If I tell you how easy it was to finally get to this place, you may or may not believe me. If you are interested to hear more all you have to do is ask me. It’s as easy as that!
Tags: Attitude, Choices, Friends/Family, Love, Positive Thoughts/Thinking