The desire to become a mom was my ultimate goal. I could not see past the 2 pink lines; that was all I wanted, that was all I needed. However once I had my daughter, the true reality set in. She was going to grow up and she would need interaction with others besides her daddy and myself.
I was absolutely fortunate enough to meet someone at the high-risk doctor that was just a few months ahead of me pregnant and was already a mom of 3 with one on the way. Even though she was not near my age of 49, she was in her early 30s and quite mature for her age. We hit it off, and she became a part of my life, my daughter’s life, and her son would be my daughter’s first and forever friend. The fact that my daughter was born early put her and her little friend 6 weeks apart which has been great. They have become family to us.
For the past 3 1/2 years, it has been touch-and-go in pretty much every other situation. Either the mom has been way too young, and we had nothing in common other than the children (which in reality is the point). Or it just didn’t pan out because I felt they were weirded out by the fact that I had a child at my age, especially my first, and the lack of maturity and understanding of the long journey I endured…it wasn’t a good match.
So when my daughter turned 3, I decided to enroll her in tumble and in toddler soccer. Therefore she gets the interaction with others, and I get to watch her without having to entertain “The Mom.” So actually, it’s a win-win for me and my daughter.
I am so thankful to be a mom and for my miracle child. As long as she is happy, healthy, and has a few friends, that in itself is enough for me. The thankfulness for that one friend that became family is worth all the playdates we could ever imagine.
