Thirty years ago today, I entered the world. I was the first child and I took my parents by surprise. My original due date was July 4th, 1980 but I came a month early on June 6th. My Mom didn't even have a baby shower because it was planned for the following weekend, but they still had it without her. My Aunt opened the presents and delivered them to my parent's house before we arrived home. When I was born, I only weighed four pounds seven ounces and was 19.5 inches long; I weighed less than a five pound bag of sugar! Even though I made my entrance a month early, I was relatively healthy. I ended up staying in the hospital for two weeks because I was jaundice and needed to be under the light. However, my Mom would make her way to the hospital every three hours to give me my bottle. According to her, she only missed one feeding while I was there for the two weeks! After the two weeks in the hospital, I was finally able to go home. My Mom would put me in front of the big window in the living room to get sunlight to keep my jaundice at bay. I ended up being fine, gaining weight and growing normally.
When I look back over the past thirty years, I am proud at what I have accomplished. In high school, I participated in sports all three seasons and was part of a state championship cross-country and indoor track team (we were also state runner-ups another year). I was part of the National Honor Society and just missed graduating with honors by tenths of a point. I graduated from the University of Maine-Farmington in 2002 and was a marshall in the graduation ceremony. I got a teaching job right out of college, where I taught for two years before getting a job in my home town teaching. I met my wonderful husband, got married, bought a house and had a beautiful baby girl. And most recently, I started my journey getting my masters degree through the University of New England. What more could I ask for in thirty years?
At first, I had a difficult time with turning thirty because it sounds grown-up to me. I enjoyed being twenty-something, but I guess it is just a number, right? I have a feeling that I will get use to being thirty-something, just in time to turn forty!! Ugh!
Sounds like your first 30 years have been great. I enjoyed your post except the Ugh! about turning 40. (ha,ha) I am now closer to 50 that is a tough one. You will get used to being thirty something. How did you feel about not making honors by such a small margin? You have some wonderful accomplishments.
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