My friend Amy gave birth to her fifth child at the age of 41. This baby has brought so much joy. I find myself thinking of the years of sacrifice it takes to get a newborn off to kindergarten. I remember the demands of being fully responsible for keeping another human being alive for those years and I feel exhausted just thinking about it. I love being a mother and would not trade the experience for anything but thinking about doing it again at my age makes me tired. It won’t happen. It’s not physically possible since my hysterectomy and that’s ok.
Amy’s friend Molly just had her first child. She’s young and new to the experience bringing a fresh perspective. I see myself in a new role as I read their blog Life in Tandem. I am the soon-to-be empty nester, the crone to their maiden and mother. I watch as all the children I’ve known since they were babies move into adulthood. Skinny, squirrely boys sprout muscles and real facial hair. Awkward, giggling, gangly girls suddenly curve into graceful knowing creatures. It’s in the conversations too. In a place where before a parent had to prompt a one word greeting or response, these changelings share their opinions in detailed and even eloquent ways. They get the jokes. They share.
I’m looking forward to my new role with these children of mine. I am anxious to discover what world they are creating and learn how I fit in it. Day by day I turn loose a little bit more. Soon I’ll hand over the reins entirely and see where they take me.
To read Life in Tandem visit http://tandeminlife.blogspot.com/