Being the older mom. I’m okay with it.

I have always been the “older” mom. I gave birth to Number 3 when I was thirty-five. Number 4 the day before my thirty-seventh birthday. Number 5 three months before I turned forty. Number 6 three months before I turned forty-one. And Number 7 when I was forty-two. And now, at forty-six, I am definitely […]