As 2023 began, I was thinking, maybe even half-seriously, about trying to have one more baby. At that point I was 41, remarried for a little more than a year to a man I’m deeply in love with. I had told myself I was okay with my two wonderful boys from my first marriage, and my husband’s two adult children from his. Life was getting so much easier, now that mine were past the little-kid years. With a
Honest and beautiful. Thank you for sharing your heart.
In my role as rabbi, a congregant once came to me disclosing how she sorely wanted a third child, but her husband was done.
Those pangs and maternal desires, I thought to myself, are real in a way many can never understand. They have two wonderful boys (I’ve known them all my life), but I’m sure she still wonders what would things have been like with one more.
Thank you for sharing this thoughtful and touching reflection. It strikes chords with me! I'm in my 50s and my Tiny Boss Lady will be 8 years old in a few weeks.
Thank you for this thoughtful piece. This captures all of those early forties feelings so well. When I was forty-one, I found myself unexpectedly pregnant and then miscarried several weeks later. All those feelings you describe ring so true to that time in my life.
Thanks Sarah! Julia and I are having similar conversations, although in our case, it's how do you start a family in your mid (Julia) to late (Jeremiah) 30s? Lots of grief, mixed with hope and pride, in those conversations.
Sarah, this is beautiful! I can feel this, as I’ve been in a similar boat—second marriage, grown kids, contemplating the “second half” of life. Thank you for putting into words what I had trouble describing myself.
Honest and beautiful. Thank you for sharing your heart.
In my role as rabbi, a congregant once came to me disclosing how she sorely wanted a third child, but her husband was done.
Those pangs and maternal desires, I thought to myself, are real in a way many can never understand. They have two wonderful boys (I’ve known them all my life), but I’m sure she still wonders what would things have been like with one more.
Thank you for sharing this thoughtful and touching reflection. It strikes chords with me! I'm in my 50s and my Tiny Boss Lady will be 8 years old in a few weeks.
And now I'm crying. Beautiful!
Thank you for this thoughtful piece. This captures all of those early forties feelings so well. When I was forty-one, I found myself unexpectedly pregnant and then miscarried several weeks later. All those feelings you describe ring so true to that time in my life.
Ugh. I'm so, so sorry... :(
Thanks Sarah! Julia and I are having similar conversations, although in our case, it's how do you start a family in your mid (Julia) to late (Jeremiah) 30s? Lots of grief, mixed with hope and pride, in those conversations.
Sarah, this is beautiful! I can feel this, as I’ve been in a similar boat—second marriage, grown kids, contemplating the “second half” of life. Thank you for putting into words what I had trouble describing myself.
Loved this so much. <3
Such a beautiful reflection, Sarah. I'm glad you are my (cyber) friend. Wishing you and your family a happy and healthy 2024! 🙏❤️
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Such great insight. I had my son at 34. He’ll be nine next week, and I find myself wondering where the time has gone.
What a breath-takingly honest and beautiful post?!
And I'm remarried, as well, and we did a combined family cruise with the wife's ex and his new wife! Was a wonderful time, for sure!!
I love hearing we're not the weird, newly combined family out there in the world!!!