When I started working again, I saw myself in my single young colleagues. Though some are technically close to my age, I realized how motherhood and my 3 year experience as an ordinary housewife changed the way I looked at things.
Bags, make-up, clothes, vacations. I hear them talk about it like they’re life’s greatest essentials. Oh I miss those days when I buy every issue of Cosmo and rush to the department store to buy the latest in make-up or buy the trendiest clothes.
Now more than 10 years later, I just have the tried and tested make-up staples and the classic bags, and I just shop secretly about the brands I fancy. I feel embarrassed to talk about my shopaholic tendencies and the brands for that matter.
On second thought, I wanted to talk about non-stick pans, my damaged pepper mill, the new vitamins I am taking, and the new lanai we are planning to build. But heck, who cares right?
So there I am in one corner, listening. Deep inside, I remembered my younger years when I would date my then-my-boyfriend husband in Ipanema or I would listen to songs of Boyzone. How I wish I got stuck at 24, probably the time I looked hottest among the boys.
In my 5-10 minute drive going home, I would like to think I’m gracefully aging. While I worry about collagen serums and skin tags on my hips, my 3 year old is waiting for me. To hear her say “mommy” is the greatest music for me.
I enter my home, clean and smelling fresh. I’m happy that in a few more moments, the man of my life will follow. At 24, he got drawn to me because of my short skirts and sophisticated make-up look. Now, I am 33 and married to him. He loves me even with my worn out house clothes and sans the make-up and the branded bag.
On our dates, I still give him that feeling that I am still hot like I was still 24.
