Thirty has been vilified.
It’s said to rob the sheen of the twenties, while unwrapping the dull gift of responsibilities. The unlucky, are said to be cursed with vacuous purpose, wrinkles without wisdom and (gasp), mid-life crises.
The defamation of Thirty truly knows no end.
Truth be told, this birthday has been vastly different- Instead of multiple celebrations with several groups of friends as before, I find myself in my new cosy family of three, giving thanks for the simple things- our newborn, being able to take her out to run household errands over 5 locations and enjoy a meal outdoors, without her fussing one bit; instead of cake, we had popcorn over a home movie; instead of elaborate presents, I received a treasure of a different kind:
Truly, I’m thankful for this much-awaited birthday, my first as a mother to marvel at this priceless gift of a new life.
I am thankful for an exemplary husband who never fails to surprise me with his loving antics and servant leadership; for a baby with incandescent smiles; and to God, for giving us the gift of family, a shared vision, and life itself.
While some might mourn the passing of an age which knew more drive for achievements, more time for excitement, more zest for adventures, I thank God that Thirty for us brings the unfolding of yet another grand adventure- the opportunity to pursue further studies on a global platform, working with the underprivileged, and the greatest privilege of stewarding a new life, who is, I’m told, one of the smiley-est newborns the world has seen!
For all the achievements and awards the world has had to offer in my twenties, the gift of motherhood as I turn thirty has been by far the greatest honor I’ve received, something I could not earn, but was gifted with graciously.
To all of you who have been journeying with us through time, space and distance,
thank you for your well wishes, and for celebrating our sunshine newborn,
whose smiles and giggles in her sleep
light up our lives every day.
Thank you.
