True Beauty:

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Today is my birthday. If my readers do not mind, I reserve the right to step away from homeschooling and reflect and ramble, which I do rather well.

I reached the peak of 40 and am now leaning over the edge. Some say, “It’s all downhill from here.” I say from the slope, there’s a beautiful view.

I had lunch today with two of my dearest friends who are hanging from the root sticking out the side of the mountain. I am waving to them, “Hello girls I’m up here!”  If you are not getting the metaphor, they are older. I wish I could see their faces as they read this. (snicker snicker)

I love the fact they’re older. They are the ones I will go to whenever I need advice. During our lunches, we tend to somehow find a deep subject to discuss. Today, one of the topics fell on true beauty. What is true beauty?

These women are true beauties.Yvonne, whom I’ve known for years, would hold my hands through prison bars, and love me, if I killed someone. You cannot put a price on that. She has these green eyes that twinkle one minute and tear up just as fast. She is beautiful, and she is the one woman, anytime someone says her name, I smile. For, she was my first true friend, when I moved to Orlando.

The other one, Debbie is a new friend. Someone whom I am getting to know layer by layer, like peeling an onion. There are all these interesting things about her. Tomorrow she turns 46, and she looks like Cher, without the plastic surgery. Both of these women are beautiful, but it is not their outward beauty I find so appealing. It is the knowledge, experiences, and wisdom within them. I am drawn to them like a magnet.

I have a theory about life as women. Our 20’s are about discovering who God made us to be. Our 30’s are about surrendering to who God made us to be, and our 40’s are about enjoying who God made us to be.

Our 20’s are all about us, working long hours on careers, worrying over our check account balances, making tons of mistakes, and having plenty of awkward first dates. Most of those ended with me waving from the doorway with my cat in my arms. A trick I used to prevent the kiss. Twenties are a time of finding out who you are, and what you want in a mate.

At 29 years old, I found the one, and when he asked me to marry him, he’d already made the reservation for our wedding. I like a man who takes the bull by the horns…did I just call myself a bull?

Our 30’s brings a time of surrender. We have to surrender ourselves to motherhood. No longer, can we jump in the car and go wherever we want, without packing the baby and the kitchen sink. No longer, do we eat without making sure they are fed first. The days we fight it, and scream, “I’m tired what about me?” Are the days, we are miserable. The days we surrender to motherhood, are the days that are beautiful.

Although, I am at the beginning of my 40’s, I am determined to enjoy these years.  I gained a few pounds lately, and doggone it, I’ve earned the right to put away the skinny jeans. Notice, I didn’t say I broke out the Momma jeans..well, not yet.

I am determined not to stress away my 40’s over Botox, sagging boobs, and cellulite removal. I’m not against these things, I just refuse to walk around with a smile like the joker, and a shelf in front of me large enough to hold drinks on…hmmm..could be useful for laundry.

I’m unwilling to feel ugly because I have a line between my eyes. That wrinkle becomes useful when my boys step out of line. How are they going to know when they’re in trouble? Besides, who wants a face that won’t budge when overcome by hysterics?

What say you? Let’s open the topic for comments. You are welcome to post your comment on the blog.

I am a Christian wife and momma to four children, ages 21 to 5. I'm a writer who loves ministry, painting, and interior design. I reside in Orlando full-time, but escape to my farmhouse on a working farm in the sticks of Georgia whenever I can. Welcome to the Hallelujah House!


  • Alan

    Great post Tammy – even if I’m not a woman (ha ha). I like that trick about holding the cat; pretty sneaky…I think that trick got pulled on me a few times…

    Happy Birthday!!

  • Nature Girl, April Lorier

    I’m here, Tammy, because your cousin asked me to check out your new blog. Isn’t he a doll?
    First, Happy Birthday! I pray God gives you a day full of His love, peace, and contentment.
    Second, feel free to contact me if you need help getting your Alexa and Google ratings up. If you’re willing to learn, I’m willing to teach!
    Third, could you try to get Alan more involved in his God-girven talent? (Mr. Artist)

    Much love in Him, April

    • tadams22

      Thank you for reading, and I would love to learn how to get my posts up. I love your blog by the way, and plan to show it to my boys as well as Alan’s. They love to learn about animals, bugs, fish, etc. I do agree Alan needs to use his talents. I am guilty of not painting as often as I should, but there is the time issue. thank you again, for checking in. tammy

  • Yvonne

    I cherish our friendship and it is my joy to watch you enter your confident 40s. God is proud of how you are using your talents and I am too! Love you lots!

  • tricia baines

    i feel you tammy but at least i am still on top of that mountain waving at YOU (i can still say that since i am still in my 30’s) but not for long ha ha ha. just wait till you have one that is in his 20’s i try to keep him on the right track, finding his career, i have one that is in high school trying to keep him from doing any drugs or alcohol or hanging with the wrong people, then i have a five year old just starting out in school just trying to adjust her attitude. i have all different stages of a child life.you are doing great, you are beautiful inward and outward, a Godly woman who is a insperation to me. keep up the good work love you tam

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