Mom's birthday starts the month, and every year it makes me re-evaluate what a person's age means. She is still working full-time, on her feet most of the day. Will I be able to do that when I'm her age? Will I still be as strong as she is? Will I look younger than I am, like she does?
Brother #2 has the next birthday. We're 5 years apart, but it seems much closer. Every year, I can't believe he's THAT age! He and his wife just had a baby last year - there's something about a new baby that makes a parent seem younger.
I'm the next birthday. My own birthday doesn't usually bother me, though I have to admit that when I turned 26, it was a tough day. 10 years later, my own birthday didn't bother me (I'll re-evaluate in 4 years). It was just another birthday.
3 days after my birthday is Brother #3. This is the birthday that makes me feel older every year. My brother is the baby of the family. It doesn't matter that I'm next to last - when the baby gets older, I feel it.
And, rounding out the April birthdays is Brother #1, the eldest child. He's turning 50 this year, and I'm still in shock. I have no idea how HE feels about his big day, but I can't believe I have a sibling who will have a 5 in the 10s digit of his age... Sister #2 will be joining the 50 club next year, so it's only getting closer for me. I have a ways to go until I get there, so I take comfort in the fact that my siblings have aged very well!
April brings about a more contemplative me. I wonder what my life will be like as I get older, but what I've learned so far is that I don't change much every year, other than a few more wrinkles and a couple of stray white hairs (only a few!). I'll still be me when I'm 50, perhaps just wiser? One can hope.
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