Like Fine Wine…


Like Fine Wine…

When I was pregnant with my youngest son, I cried at the doctor’s office when the nurse told me they needed additional blood samples because I was of “advanced maternal age.” Although the tears were a mix of my ever-changing pregnancy hormones, it hit me then that I was 38 and about to have another baby, ten years after my first. I must say Elijah is a welcomed blessing to our family and I can’t imagine life without him.

But that moment made me realize how much has changed since my first pregnancy.

I never felt “old” by the standards of society, but there are moments in which I can definitely see I’m in a different space. For example, my three-year-old was invited to a birthday party. The parent of the child was a student I once taught, which was a hard dose of the reality about my age. Sometimes I have insecurities about how much energy and patience I don’t have this time around. With my daughter, ten years ago, I was so diligent about potty training. I had a timer, extra clothes laid out for accidents, and lots of energy to sing the potty song or do the potty dance. Potty training now has become a chore. I know I haven’t worked with my son nearly as much and that is probably why he has no interest in going. While there is really no excuse, honestly, I’m just plain tired. My almost 40-year-old body is a lot more drained and sometimes a lot less engaged.

However, through all the physical changes, I’m learning to embrace being an older mom.

I have learned to embrace the fact that having a toddler at my age keeps me on my toes. It forces me to get up and get active. I probably wouldn’t have done that if I didn’t have him. It encourages me to take better care of my health. Since I’m headed out of my 30s this year, I must be more diligent about my health. I want to be present and healthy for the beginnings of little league and birthday parties.

I’m embracing the gray hair and the extra time it takes me to roll out of bed. I am loving how much more mature I am at this stage of my life. I am definitely a lot more cool, calm and collected (wine helps) than I was 10 years ago. Although I’m no expert at parenting, I do feel more confident. I do what’s best for me and my kids.

After all, kids don’t need a young, perfect mom; they just need a happy one.


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