Maiden, Mother… Whoa-Not Quite Crone
Planning to have a baby at 42 was, well, not in the plan. It happened. I thought I was in perimenopause, but alas, not so much. My daughter was nine at the time and though we had tried while she was younger, it hadn’t happened and so we were a happy family of three. I know for a fact that my son was supposed to come to me at age 42 even though I was not only unprepared, but more importantly, scared out of my wits.
Divine, Parental Intervention
I was 40 years old when we took my dad to live with us. We put an addition on the house. I should have known it would turn into a metaphor. Pops was great, but forgetful. As an only child himself and then a father of eight, he had his own ideas about family.
“You know I was thinking kid, you might want to have another, being an only child is tough.”
And with that, my guilt would swell and I would clean the house. [Read More…]