Am I supposed to feel different, older, wiser? After all it's sort of a magical number 33. Well I don't feel any different, in fact I don't feel any different than a decade ago, except I have a title, Mom.
To some people I don't even look like a mom. Like the lady at Lake Pleasant about a year ago who asked me where my parents were? I was there with my kids, and my daughter was crying. After comforting her she continued to cry, and I think the lady didn't think I was a fit mother, so I must be their sister, hence she wanted to know where our parents were.
Or the old man in the grocery store commenting that I am too young to have kids. I thanked him for the kind compliment, but I really am not too young to have kids. I am just the right age of 33.
And it's a great number age to be.