40 years old used to sound SO OLD to me. Like, in my 20s, the idea of 40s and beyond seemed unfathomable. Yet, here we are. It's so weird. How did I get this old? With kids who are walking and talking...my oldest gearing up for Kindergarten. It's really wild.
In my mind, I feel the same. The same quirky young person I've always been. But then as the generational gap increasingly widens between me and my students, my oldness becomes more stark. My students revealed to me that a rapper named D Smoke came out with a song named after the leader of a slave uprising in colonial Mexico that I was teaching them about and that this rapper used to be a Spanish teacher. Like, what? On so many levels, what? The deficiency of my current pop culture knowledge laid bare. And that's how we ended up listening to gangsta rap in my upper level Spanish class.
But I digress.
What I'm saying is that even at this incomprehensible age that I currently exist in, firsts still occur. I roasted my first turkey and hosted Thanksgiving for the first time:
We put up our first Christmas tree:
I baked gingerbread cookies from scratch for the first time and decorated them with my kids (they weren't fans of the taste of gingerbread):
I guess it's nice that there are still firsts out there, waiting to be experienced, even at the ripe old age of 40.
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