My two adult children are both in their early thirties, married, with kids. Whenever I visit them I leave with my head spinning, my heart full, concerned, admiring and grateful. This is my ode, not simply to my children, but to so many of their age, the much-maligned millennials, for the gift that they are….
At the beginning of February, we welcomed our second daughter. This means that the number of children in our family is now equal to the number of parents – we have officially lost our majority.
Last spring, after six years of fertility struggles – which included one beautiful, healthy baby but also five miscarriages and many empty, helpless months – I adjusted my thinking to being the mother of an only child. This wasn’t especially beatific on my part, I just started considering the benefits of my situation.
I love my husband, but I have doubts about how good a mother I am for our oldest three children. Sometimes they seem like strangers to me.
“My retirement plan is to find a shopping cart with good snow tires.” –Paddy Doyle
I started this series with a question my students have asked: If two people are equally talented, can it be one person’s calling to support the other person?
We were sitting in a circle on floor mats, our newborns sleeping on us, discussing the recent event that had utterly altered life as we knew it.