Confessions of an Old(er) Mom
Turns out there are some benefits to being middle-aged with a three-year-old, even if it is scary as s**t.
I never meant to have a child at 49, but that’s the way it turned out.
I tried for a long time to have a kid, after years of doubt, disappointment, and paralyzing indecision about whether a family in the traditional sense was even something I wanted or was supposed to have. No one tells you when you’re five, 11, 16, etc. that not having kids someday is a…
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