Remembering 29

Leanne asked me to write this blog, she wanted me to write about what I remember when I was 29. Boy, she is asking a lot because my memory is horrible, but I will try. When I turned 29, Leanne was 8 years old, Brandon & Shasta was 5. Wow that sounds strange, sometimes it is hard to think of them as 8 & 5. I remember that Leanne was playing her last year of t-ball. Brandon & Shasta was playing their 1st year of t-ball. That is the same summer that all three of the kids were actually playing on the same t-ball team. Leanne played first base, Brandon played second and Shasta played in right field. I loved it because we didn't have to run to three different fields to watch them play. Those days ended after that year because they all played on different teams from then on.

It is also the same summer that Brandon broke his wrist after being bucked off of Mamaw's horse. I was returning from a softball tournament in Shreveport and didn't find out about the wrist until I walked into Mamaw's house that Sunday. I was so upset that he got hurt and I wasn't there to take care of him. I never wanted to be away from my kids if something happened to them and I still feel that way today.

I remember dreading so much that I was about to turn 30, that was a huge milestone to me and birthdays still bother me today. I hate it when people tease you about being over the hill or any of those "old" jokes. It is weird but it makes me cry, crazy I know, but I just let it get to me.

That was also the last year that we had 5 people sharing 1 bathroom. We finally was able to afford to enclose our carport and part of a storage room to add a bedroom and bathroom. Shasta finally got her own room for the first time in her life. Leanne was pretty excited cause she could keep her "whole" room clean instead of only her half (Shasta was pretty messy back then). It caused lots of fights and tears when they fought over the half clean/half messy room. We can thank Shasta for crying to her dad and getting him to agree to start the process.

K....well that is a little of what I remember, sad that I can remember things from when I was as young as 2 & 3 but don't remember exactly what age I was when specific things happened in my married life. I blame it on having such busy lives when my kids were young and running constantly. I played on 3 softball teams and was meeting myself coming and going, but I would go back to those days in a minute just to have my kids little again and to know where they are and that they are safe in their beds at night. I really don't want to be 29 again, but I think 34 sounds like the perfect age, darn those days are long gone!

Miss, Miss My Little PeeWee!