There is a difference.
Because I know, with a bone-deep certainty, that this is the easy hard. mature mom
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. There is a difference
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 they are discussing retirement portfolios, I am
They got the mom who has already buried her own ego, so she doesn't need them to be perfect. They got the mom who has seen enough loss to know that every ordinary Tuesday is a miracle.
So yes, I am tired. I am slower. I don’t understand TikTok. My back hurts.