Dear Old Mothers…
You know who you are. We’re the ones they label as “advanced maternal age” – which is code for YOU ARE OLD. We’re the ones who receive questions like, “Is this your grandchild,” and comments like, “You’re really handling this well.”
We get smiles and nods as we carry our newborns into doctor’s appointments with our graying hair falling haphazardly across our baggy eyes, hands clutching our coffees and bodies moving in a constant sway to calm our frazzled babe who has decided the car is the seventh circle of hell on a Tuesday morning.
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I’ve entered my second cycle of motherhood with a newborn nearly 20 years after my first, and it’s awesome. Tiring, but awesome. I’m having to relearn half of what I thought I remembered – babies sleep on their backs now and cribs no longer have drop-down sides, FYI – while other things come so much easier than they did in my twenties.
Seriously. Who trusted me with an infant when I was 22? God had a perverse sense of humor. I mean, she lived, and she’s a pretty cool human being but still.
These days are filled with a different kind of peace. I’m no longer sweating the small stuff, and you shouldn’t either.
Who cares if that twenty-something twiggy bitch thinks you are crazy for having a child in your 40s? You are, but so is the world, in general, these days. (Hello. A reality tv star just got elected as our next POTUS.)
We can see the humor in a 3 am blowout diaper while our husband sleeps peacefully. We just channel that into a dream of the world’s most epic April Fool’s Day prank that we’ll forget before the holiday rolls around again (because OLD.)
We don’t worry about our boobs sagging after breastfeeding because, joke’s on you, they already do.
We put our hot flashes to good use keeping our babies warm while they are learning to regulate their own body temperature in the outside world. It’s the ultimate in using your life situations to our advantage.
Best of all, we have the perspective to enjoy EVERY. SINGLE. MOMENT. of this adventure because we realize that the spilled milk is such a bargain to pay for the memories. This fantastic ride is something that we didn’t think we’d get to enjoy again, so we don’t take a single second for granted. That’s the biggest prize to this fight.
So, rock on, old moms. You got this.
Now go take a walk or do some yoga because you’re not getting any younger, and you’ve got a lifetime of memories to create for the next generation. And don’t forget to stretch.
[Originally published on StephanieFishman.com]
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