My entire life I have been very baby-faced. I always wished that I looked older than I did. I felt that perhaps I wouldn't be taken seriously given the young-looking shell I came in. People always gasped when they found out that I was actually 25, not 18, or 30, not 20ish. Now, some of this could have been that people were just being kind, but usually I felt it to be authentic.
I've prepared myself for these comments. I respond with such things as " It's not in the birthdays you've celebrated, it's the wisdom, and experience that counts."
But here's the thing: I haven't really received these once-dreaded compliments lately. Now it's, "Oh, you're 31. Mmm-Hmm." Just as I suspected.
What happened to the, "Jamie looks so young" comments?
I know that I *am* in fact young. I savor the time ahead still, I do. But it's someone else's turn for the baby-face comments. Maybe parenting has brought me some more lines and wrinkles (which I cherish), but that doesn't take away from the fact that I guess I miss the shock on people's face a little bit.
And here's the real zinger: I went to RealAge.com a website designed to calculate your age based on lifestyle/nutrition etc. and damn-it my actual age is 31.4 years and my "real age" is 32.1, a difference of 7 months. Older.
So I guess I need to take my vitamins, have a few less drinks, and maybe even eat more vegetables. All very timely for the New Year.