I have never had an issue with age. When the girls went to pre-K, I did not cry, they were supposed to go to pre-K. The same is true for kindergarten, middle school and high school. I do not look at Abbey and think, oh she is getting so old I want her to be young again. When it was time to go for her license I did not think: I want my baby back. I thought thank goodness she can drive herself to work.
Bridget’s milestones are different, but I have never wished for my baby to stay my baby. Maybe because I’ve always known she is my forever child. I think it is more, I expect both my children to grow, to gain independence and to become more than I ever dreamed.
Then I turned 50. Suddenly this shit got real.Continue reading