by Karen C. Hug-Nagy
Becoming a first time Mom of twins at age forty-five was like viewing a meteor shower in space, an amazing sight! Within an instant, I could sense a shift in my current orbit. I suspected something was about to change, and it did, with a loud BANG! […]
by Karen Hug-Nagy
I think my current mindset has all the markings of a midlife mothering crisis. It’s difficult to describe just what a midlife crisis feels like. Lately I’ve heard it termed a midlife transition, which sounds less frightening to me. I think I’m currently stuck in one of those transitions. My 10 year old twins are in fifth grade, so that means I gave birth to them at age 45, and if I do the math right, that would put me at about age, 55! […]
By Karen Hug-Nagy
OK, wranglers, we are just under three weeks until school begins. I know you don’t think you’ve had enough time off, but HEAR THIS, get your #2 pencils sharpened and your backpacks loaded up, because it’s time to return to the halls of knowledge!! […]
by Karen Hug-Nagy
Well, I’m ten years into this midlife mothering experience, and at 55, I’m still learning how to become a Mom. I begged the fertility gods for one child and I hit the jackpot, twins! I thought the infertility rollercoaster was complicated. Parenting two is more like trying to keep up with mini-rockets on a mission. […]
by Cyma Shapiro
OK. I’ve said it and it’s out. I think I’ve become one of “them.” The transformation was subtle, but quick. Last week, I looked back and saw that it had already happened. It was really quite painless. I actually suggest that you try it. The “it” is letting go. The result? I’m now a Midlife Soccer Mom. Quite an image, huh? […]
by Peg O'Neill, M.D.
They say that age is just a number, but I’m not so sure. Try telling this to my 10 year old son, or his five year old (excuse me, five and a HALF) year old brother. Or to the almost sixteen year old in my office the other day who was counting the hours until her birthday, when she could get her learner’s permit. When you are young, getting older is a good thing. Your age determines whether you are “big enough” to get certain privileges, like biking to school on your own, or being able to drive, or staying up late to watch the Red Sox game. You have to be old enough. The older you are, the more you get to do. The older you are, the more you are in charge. Old is cool, when you’re young. […]
by Valerie Gillies
“What you leave behind is not what is engraved on stone monuments, but what is woven into the lives of others.” Pericles
This birthday got to me. It’s never those clean, easy numbers, like 30 or 50 that do it. Instead, odd ones sneak up on me, like 45, the age at which my mother died (subconsciously assuming I wouldn’t live past the exact number of days she had.) 21 meant nothing, but 28 meant I was really an adult. 53 hit hard. By the most optimistic estimates, I’m halfway through. […]
by Kristi Rodstrom
Okay, I will oblige you….if these are my golden years, then mine are more the color of rust-y.
I am a midlife mother. My children are nine and five years old. I am also a single mom, a professional, a daughter, an advocate for my children and, now, add to that list…someone who dates. Really?! […]
