Inspired by this post by Jennifer Ellison and this post by Amber Carillo, I thought I would write about what being 47 means to me ...
47 means you carry tweezers in your handbag and do not leave home without them. Facial hairs can appear at a moment's notice.
47 means you get your kids to explain to you how to use your laptop, phone and tv.
47 means you get a shock when you look in the mirror because you don't look like that in your head.
47 means you don't go on the trampoline. Ever. Or sneeze on the way to the loo (fine to sneeze on the way back).
47 means it takes a lot to beat a nice cup of tea.
47 means you are on first name terms with your physiotherapist.
47 means you enjoyed the Speed Awareness course - it was interesting and informative and not a bad way to spend an afternoon at all.
47 means you always look surprised in photos - raising the eyebrows is as good as a facelift, right?
47 means you don't care so much how the shoes look as whether they're nice and warm and really comfy.
Having said all of that, 47 means I no longer worry too much about my lank lifeless fine flyaway hair, my sticky out ears, my pointy nose or my wobbly stomach.
47 also means I don't worry about whether I can sing and dance because I now know I can't but enjoy both anyway and enjoy the embarrassment factor of doing both in front of my kids.
47 also means I don't worry if I'm clever enough or good enough at stuff - I'm rubbish at pretty much everything but patchwork and I think I'm good enough at that.
And, somewhat soppily, 47 means I value my family more and more each year; husband, kids, parents, siblings as well as all the extra family extending from each of them. When you're a kid, your family seem pretty irrelevant to the important things in life like parties and boyfriends and make-up but at 47 you realise you're like them and you like spending time with them and they are the important things in life (um along with quilting). Go figure.