Recently, a young lady asked me if I was jealous of her because she was half my age. It took all patience and God-Loving Control not to slap her.
Instead, I bit my tongue for five seconds and said, "No, I'm in the best part of my life"
I know my husband loves me.
I have two lovely daughters.
Never again will I have to worry about morning sickness, first job interviews, or what I want to be when I grow up.
I have my dream job, dream man, and dream home.
I've lived through my mother's cancer, my sister's cancer, and my daughter's broken neck.
And I never want to live through that again...
I have the confidence of a forty-year-old woman,
and I'm not foolish enough to think I know it all.
I have read enough teen journal entries in my life to know
that I don't want to go back there.
And I'm honored to know that I can be a comfort to these students.
"Am I jealous that I'm old enough to be your mother? No. I'm a forty-year old woman. I'm proud."