I've been musing the blessing of having my 3rd little one after a gap, unexpectedly and as an older mother. Sometimes I imagine if I'd have my first babies in my early twenties I'd have children now in their late teens, soon to be independent and how different that would make my life...Only now to I have any real understanding of what I want for the rest of my life career wise. I honestly had no idea until my early-mid thirties of what really fulfilled me. And yet it is now again on hold. When my littlest leaves home I will be in my late 50's. And that's if he DOES leave home...(He'd better - I fullly intent to evict all my children at 18) ;-)
And yet, on the other hand - how much more I'm enjoying having a new baby this time. How I struggled and resisted 7 yrs ago when I had my two oldest ones at home. Looking back, I think I was very unhappy. And yet, this time, I am in heaven (mostly). My boy is so relaxed, peaceful and content - and how much of that is down to my behaviour and feelings I can only imagine. So if I'd not become an 'older' mother then I'd never have had this wonderful experience upon which I can ponder and from which I get so much pure happiness.
A perfect example of the 'inbetween' that is the essence of life.
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