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Women of a Certain Age

I read a lot about "a woman of a certain age." I don't know if I understand what, exactly, that age is.

I've been 25 and my struggles were vast. Finding my niche in my career, identifying my place in the world, and wondering if I'd ever get married and have a family.

I've been 30 and my worries deepened. How do I juggle my growing family and my career? How could my baby thrive when I worked full time and she wouldn't take a bottle?  Would I ever have a second child after barely surviving pregnancy?

I've been 35 and we'd just built a house. I'd had my third child and graduated to a minivan. I started dancing and thought I could fly. My life was all-consuming and I ignored my husband.

I've been 40 and I rediscovered my husband. I just had my 4th child.  I had to join Weight Watchers to lose the extra curves. I'd suffered loss and healed. I'd suffered other loss and accepted. I'd started plucking more stray hairs in places besides my eyebrows.

I've been 44 and realize I've passed the torch of beauty onto my daughters. I eat less and less so I won't gain weight. I might have to start exercising again. I've given up balancing motherhood and career - I accept that I choose to sacrifice one for another at different times. I realize I can't do it alone.

I love myself. 

I loathe myself. 

I laugh.

I cry. 

I search for my identity in this world.

Some things change while others remain constant.

I think every woman has always been "a woman of a certain age."

Comments

  1. If you think of "certain" as meaning "sure", then you've just described "women of an uncertain age" - because we're never really sure we're doing it right.

    Weird that men don't seem to have that problem, isn't it?

    Think they could develop an innoculation for girls to instill confidence?

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  2. I love this. Isn't it so sad that we can't have this wisdom when we're living through those ages? I'm coming up on 44 and I've never dreaded aging to much. Not sure why, except that feeling that it's all slipping by way too quickly.

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  3. well said. I like your Together sign in your header.

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  4. I just wish you weren't such a liar.

    There is no way you have been 40 or 44 for that matter.

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  5. I'm 36 and still trying to accept who I am and what/who I will become. Is that normal?
    BTW - I love your new blog look - it is clean and crisp. I may have to use it too.

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  6. I have been 25 too! For the past 6 years.

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  7. Great post! I think every woman of every certain age, has similar things.

    I wonder how I will feel at 50?

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  8. I'm 35 and experiencing the extra curves that may require exercise. *sigh*

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  9. I love this, Nancy. Every age has something, doesn't it?

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  10. I'm 36 and wishing I could go back to the body I had 10 years ago with the knowledge and feelings of who I am that I have now.

    I'm just starting to get my head around that I am me, this is my life and I am the only one who can decide whether each day is a happy one or not.

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  11. I love this.
    And you.

    When I am starting to feel a tiny bit ancient, I sometimes look ahead to a time where I will look at photos of myself from now and think, "I was so young then..."

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  12. Not only did I love this, but I really needed to read this right now. Thank you so much for sharing this.
    xoxo

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  13. I love this also, can you write one for me. Really. I am so uncreative but I need one. I can't figure out where I am in my life.

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