Mature Mom — Extended & Recent

While my peers are posting photos of their empty nests, beach vacations, and grandchildren, I am relearning the alphabet. While they are discussing retirement portfolios, I am negotiating with a tiny human about why we don’t eat Play-Doh.

So yes, I am tired. I am slower. I don’t understand TikTok. My back hurts.

They tell you about the sleepless nights, the diapers, the tantrums. They warn you about the cost of daycare and the chaos of carpools. But no one prepares you for the weight of doing this with eyes that have already seen a few things. mature mom

I am a "mature" mom. Not "old." Mature.

I don’t mourn the nights I lost at clubs. I don’t envy the spontaneous trips my childless friends take. I’ve had my spontaneity. I’ve had my late nights. I’ve had my selfish seasons. While my peers are posting photos of their

I do the math in the dark. When my child graduates high school, I will be the age my own mother was when she became a grandmother. When they get married, I may be walking with a cane. I won't likely be the grandparent who chases them through the park for hours.

When you become a mother later, you already know who you are. You have already fought your demons. You have already built a self that you (mostly) like. And now, you get to invite a child into that whole house, not a construction zone. I am slower

So I parent with urgency .