Yesterday was my birthday. I’m 43. Boy, did that get here fast.
For a long time beginning in my twenties my age bothered me because my life didn’t look like the image I had in my head of where I wanted to be. I thought I would meet my husband in college. I wanted to be a mother by the time I was 25. I wanted a big family.
Life didn’t work out like that for me. I didn’t meet my husband until I was 31. We got married when I was 33, and my first baby arrived when I was 35. I feel so blessed that God sent me three babies even though I got a late start. I’m starting to come to terms with the fact that my life hasn’t followed my plan because I believe that I am where I need to be right now.
When I met Dan and got to know him, I suddenly saw all my past experiences in a new light. My life up to that point made sense to me. I saw how it had been preparing me for Dan, preparing me to appreciate such a good man and create a family with him.
So, here I am now. Some of my friends are sending their children off to college, but my oldest is in second grade, and my youngest is still in diapers. C’est la vie. I have a little extra wisdom from life experience to bring to my marriage and my parenting. I had 12 years of experience in my career before I stepped aside to focus on raising my children. I know I’m going to blink and find that my youngest is in kindergarten, and then I will figure out what’s next for me. Until then I will ease into my mid-forties, enjoying my little ones and savoring the motherhood I yearned for as a young woman.