I guess I should start with who am I. Not that it will make any difference as to whether someone else will read this blog or not, but perhaps it will help me answer that question myself.
I am a 54 year old woman, wow that sounds old. I used to think 30 was old, then 40 was old, and then 50 was old, now, I guess, 60 is old; well maybe 70 is old. I am definitely on the backside or downward side of life. I think I have a youthful disposition, I'm going to the midnight showing of Harry Potter tomorrow night. Doesn't that make me youthful. Who cares if I nap all afternoon so that I don't start snoring in the long awaited Harry Potter movie?
I have one husband of 30 years, whoa, that's a long time; more than half of my life I've been married. I think of everyone we know, we are setting a record.
I have two daughters that I gave birth to and a chosen son, that my daughter asked me to be his mother; and I have embraced that role even though at times it's heartbreaking because of his life choices. I am also the mother to a generation of children, who for whatever reason, come across my path and I gladly embrace them in my arms and in my heart. It is to this generation, the one that encompasses the age of my own children, and to those younger and older than them, that I write and dedicate my blogs.
