Having my first child at 45, I embraced motherhood with financial stability and life experience. However, I faced the juxtaposition of parenting at an older age, bringing both calming insights and moments of anxiety about aging. I feel more patient with challenges that arise but grapple with fears of missing milestones due to my age. Social interactions in playgroups reveal generational gaps, as many other mothers are younger and more energetic. Despite these struggles, I appreciate the gift of perspective and understanding that each parenting phase is temporary.
When I had my first child at 45, I thought I was ready. I had financial stability, a solid career, and years of life experience to guide me.
In many ways, parenting later in life has been a gift. I'm more patient than I would have been in my 30s. The things that might have rattled me back then don't shake me as much.
There are also quiet, nagging fears that creep in during those late-night rocking-chair moments. I do the math in my head: When my child is 20, I'll be 65.
Most of the moms I meet at playgroups and day care pickup are at least a decade younger than I am. They seem to have boundless energy.
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