30

I am less than a week from turning 30. It does bother me, and I am surprised. My husband is 8 years older than I am, and I am the 5th of 6 children, so I have older brothers and sisters. My oldest brother is 12 years older than I am. When he turned 30 he was sent a dozen dead roses, and these same roses have since been sent to my sister, then my second brother, my second sister, then back to my oldest brother for his 40th birthday, then to my sister and my second brother, this time they will be sent to me. I will shortly have to send them to my second sister for her 40th before she turns around and sends them to my youngest brother for his 30th. Is that confusing?
Every year that I get older so do my children. One day my sons will replace me, as the most important woman in their life, with another woman. They are still so little now, it doesn't seem like it should bother me.
Every year that I get older so do my parents. My parents were 40 when I was born. One day I will be orphaned.
Perhaps I am bothered by my 30th birthday, because I can see myself becoming less needed everyday.