motherhood and getting older
What My Daughter Said That Shamed Me
Recently I got a rare cuddle from my teen daughter. She lay with her head in the crook of my arm, the rest of her body sprawled on the couch. We were nose to nose, gazing into each others’ eyes, the way you don’t do often enough because that leads to a soul-to-soul connection, and that means you’re spiritually naked and supremely vulnerable. Vulnerable isn’t an easy place for a teen girl or the mom of a teen girl to live in — or even visit very often.
Edging Up On 40: What I’ve Learned
I’m going to turn 40 this year. A few years ago, even a few months ago, I wanted to deny it. I felt like 40 was going over a cliff somehow. A cliff of not being hip (not that I have ever been cool), not being young and free (not that I’ve felt that since having children), too old for my career (I’ve changed professional directions more times than I’ll admit), and no longer respected, because I’d be an “old” person. I have since realized that none of those things are true. I am who I am, Yes, I have faults. Yes, I have pieces of my personality I want to tweak, mistakes and words I’d like to take back and moments of my life I’d rather skip over. But all of these things make up who I am today.
Edging Up On 40: What I’ve Learned
I’m going to turn 40 this year. A few years ago, even a few months ago, I wanted to deny it. I felt like 40 was going over a cliff somehow. A cliff of not being hip (not that I have ever been cool), not being young and free (not that I’ve felt that since having children), too old for my career (I’ve changed professional directions more times than I’ll admit), and no longer respected, because I’d be an “old” person. I have since realized that none of those things are true. I am who I am, Yes, I have faults. Yes, I have pieces of my personality I want to tweak, mistakes and words I’d like to take back and moments of my life I’d rather skip over. But all of these things make up who I am today.
