In August my daughter got married, scary enough in itself, but doubly scary when I realised that consequently it made me a Mother in Law. And that sounds so much older than a mother!
In September my 'baby boy' (now towering over me at nearly 5ft 11ins), started in Year 11 with his GCSEs looming, and the same month my husband turned (whisper it) fifty.
So all those things have already conspired to make me feel ancient, and now, in two days time my daughter also has the audacity to turn twenty five! I mean twenty five! I'm not even twenty five..... well I don't feel it. Twenty five is old. I'm still nineteen in my head, so how can my offspring be twenty five?
When I look at my children I don't think they've changed since they were babies, they still look the same to me, and I feel that way about myself. Not that I look like a baby, but that I'm still the person I feel like inside. And she is still, and always will be, nineteen! Whatever I look like, and however old my children get!
Oh well, at least I can console myself with the fact that I can still wear my daughter's clothes. Life can't be too bad!