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This is 40: How turning 40 is like turning 2



September 1

We started the day with a great playdate. Let's not forget that while I spend this month making a big deal about my 40th birthday, Little Miss Mamie will also be celebrating her 2nd! This is prime time for her to enjoy playing with other kids and start learning how to negotiate different personalities. 

Mamie's personality? What is the opposite of timid? 

What I've noticed is she doesn't quite know what to do with kids who are timid. She will go straight up to any kid anywhere, and she's all, "Let's do this." I've seen a few kids shrink away. I want to teach her to be sensitive to other personality types, recognize when someone needs space, adjust how strong she comes on. Essentially, I want her to develop charisma and interpersonal sensitivity that most adults lack. I want her to be intuitive about the needs of people around her.

Oh wait, were we talking about Mamie or Mommy? I wonder just how much turning 40 and turning 2 have in common.

Both milestones are marked by intense emotions that may be expressed through crying, mania, or unreasonable grumpiness.

We are both becoming more physically active.

We are both trying to sleep less so we can do more.

We have both taken up coloring as a daily pastime.


Maybe I am recapturing my youth...

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  1. :-) Just this evening my husband was remarking about maybe we should have married younger. Because we played the "when he's ... we'll be ..." game. Enjoy Mamie as much as you can - oh but they do grow up so quickly!

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