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Remember that song, “Fly Like An Eagle” by the Steve Miller Band? I think it was a hit in the 70’s. Maybe 1975 or 1976? I wish I could get a loop of it to play on this post, because, that’s how I feel as an older mom. Somehow time slipped into the future.
Hello all, it’s me, Dr.G (Ah. Sounds like the beginning of a rap doesn’t it? Not!) and I’m the third older mom in the triad. I’m following the lead of my co-bloggers and making my debut along with them this weekend.
I thought I’d start out by sharing my story of how I came to be, first, an older mother and, then, an older adoptive mother. I think it happened (ummm…as if I didn’t know?) the same way that it happens to other women, solely through my very deliberate life choices.
There was a first marriage that ended after seven years, in part, because I was not ready to have children. I was 30. Then, there was a two year long period of applying to graduate schools–and being flatly rejected.
After picking myself up over and over again and finally getting accepted, there was a four year long period of grinding my way through a grueling program full time to pursue my doctorate in clinical psychology. Along the way I fell in love, married again, and had our son.
Then there was that itsy-bitsy matter of having to complete a clinical internship and this small thing called a dissertation. After successfully negotiating all of these hairpin turns in my life, I graduated and started working as a clinical psychologist. Hooray! A dream deferred had been realized. Life was very, very good.
I looked around and decided I wanted very much to have a little girl, but, was just too skittish about trying to go through pregnancy and give birth again at forty-one. Enter the idea of adopting a girl. More hairpin turns. We began a journey that led us to not one, but two, wonderful daughters!
By the time we all settled in as a newly expanded family I was forty-four and a mother of three ages 3, 4 and 6. Wow, I’m amazed just thinking back on it all. I’ll soon be 50 and my children are now 8, 9 and 11. As of August they will be 9, 10 and 11.
Life and love + twenty(years) X three(children)= JOY! It’s fantastic! So here I am blogging world. I’m looking forward to sharing the joy of older adoptive parenting with you.
