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I'm The 'Old Mom.' How Did This Happen?

By Guerrillamom @mariaguido
I'm The 'Old Mom.' How Did This Happen?

I don’t regret nothaving kids in my 20s. I regret that my 20s only lasted 10 years.Life is cruel. Each decade bleeds into the next. Eventually, all the stupid cliches you thought you would never understand start piercing through your very soul when you hear them:Youth is wasted on the young!You only live once!Only a handful of my friends were starting families when we were younger. It’s not something I even considered, which is probably a good thing because I definitely wasn’t ready for it. I wasn’t fantasizing about marriage, or children, or settling down; I was traveling the globe and nurturing my inner artist. I was working like a dog for 10 months straight so I could spend two months of the year spending all the money I had made wandering around the Greek Islands. If you had asked me then about starting a family, I would have stared at you with a blank face. Why worry about it? I was going to be young forever.Finally, around my mid-30s, I started to remember that having children was something I really wanted. An unexpected miscarriagereminded me that that endeavor was something that might not come as easy as I thought. We began trying to conceive.

I had no idea it would take us five years to get a pregnancy to stick. I had my first child when I was 38. I just had my second at 40. My early 30s were gone in the blink of an eye. They vanished. All of a sudden, I’m the old mom in playgroup. How did this happen?
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