Life at 30

When Your Friends Turn Into Parents

Yesterday it seemed like I was writing school papers, waiting tables, and spending my weekends on jetskis. I mean, I thought it was yesterday. We were finding the trendiest happy hours and the coolest after-work spots all because we were 21 and we could. Then BAM. Babies. I used to call my friends some nicknames, usually a combination of letters from their first and last names, but now they go by “Mom” and “Dad.”

It’s happening. Parenthood is among us.

Let me get out of my denial phase. It wasn’t just yesterday.
I went to college in Myrtle beach, not known for ugly scenery and boring weekends.

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I transferred to school there so I didn’t have the typical college experience. Nonetheless, I worked in restaurants and made friends with people who have moved on from the beach and those who still call it home today. I took a morning class one summer and then I’d go water park afterward. I’d grab a shift at the restaurant for a few hours for a quick buck. We’d spend the night by the pool with a cooler of beer. I’d get up the next morning and do it all over.

Sometimes it’s downright frightening to think how fast life goes by.

Then again, the transition is pretty fascinating. This summer I went home to Connecticut and then visited my old stomping grounds in South Carolina before making it back to Florida. During my trip, I met four… FOUR!!! cool new peeps under the age of one-year-old. That’s including one incognito in her mom’s belly, so maybe that still counts.

We still went to happy hour like old times. But nowadays, there’s a sitter at the house and mom-to-be on the right has one in the oven. (Can you even tell she’s prego, seriously, how good does she look?!)

We still find Myrtle Beach’s kickin brew fests. I’m not sure if Myrtle Beach is known for their craft beer, but they should be. We brought along the little dude for this one:

It’s wild looking back. If only I could whisper now to my 21-year-old self floating on the raft in the pool on those summer nights.

See that couple right there? They’ll be married in a few short years. And that girl jumping in the pool? She’ll be jumping in after her kids soon. That group in the corner will end being your acquaintance that you see random news from on Facebook. And that gang in front of you, they’ll be your lifelong friends.

To be honest, I’d probably say a few other things like who not to date and how many drinks is too many, but different blog post there. And jobs – Imagine if we could go back in time and whisper what careers we’d end up in?

During my Myrtle trip, I called up one of my old roommates.

She used to love to travel. I mean this girl was always somewhere and is easily the most cultured person I know. I took a quick drive down to the gorgeous city of Charleston to see her and the new house. Check out this adorable nursery for her 5-month-old and tell me that’s not so appropriate to represent Mom’s traveling days.

Time makes us older…

And not only us, but our pets. It’s comforting to see the ones still around, cats and dogs alike. But equally as heartbreaking to see the final days of the chocolate lab we used to walk around in his spunkier days. RIP Buster 

Back in Myrtle, one of the sweetest things I saw was the once-knockout-beach-bride now teaching her two-year-old how to swim.

It was such a peaceful and proud feeling to see parenthood look so natural and beautiful on my friends. So yes, cookouts and nights out aren’t like they used to be. But as this new decade unfolds, I laugh at our old times and fully embrace these new memories in all of their dirty diaper and baby giggles alike.

Life can get annoyingly busy but it’s great to know that a few years can pass and I can catch up with these lifers to share where life has brought each of us.

Much love until next time  

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