I am a sixty four year old woman. That in itself amazes me, as I still feel 15 on most days.
I have three kids, but while I was busy cooking and shopping, they all grew up on me.
When all three moved out for good one summer, I found myself facing the future without my favorite title, that being, of course, “Mommy”. I was still Ma, and Mom and even “Mammadukes”. But I wasn’t “Mommy” anymore. My big question at that point was: What next?
I started this blog, back in the fall of 2010 on the advice of my wonderful therapist, who encouraged me to record my feelings as I slogged through a true bout of “Post Departum Depression”. I found kindred souls, helpful advice, funny stories and a lot of incredibly talented writers.
Now, in 2020, I am happy to pronounce myself “all better”! No more sadness, although I’ll always be nostalgic for those sweet baby days. Now I find myself looking forward with interest to the next phase of life.
I retired from teaching five years ago, with a little push from my administrators and the education reform movement. My oldest child was about to become a mom and I was on deck for childcare. I honed-up on my “Nonni” skills by buying picture books and practicing cookie recipes. I settled in and found myself loving my time with my granddaughter. I was even happier when her brother was added to the family. And this past spring, in the middle of the COVID pandemic, baby number three joined the squad.
My husband and I are enjoying our quiet times, and have started to travel together. We’re looking to buy ourselves a little RV as soon as the virus has loosened its grip.
Life looks good, and I intend to keep writing about it!