I’m the eldest of the group: 40. Three children and a busy career have either kept me young or aged me prematurely (depends upon the day). My youngest is 7 months, and I am remembering that when they’re this little, treading water is just fine. I will organize my life, simplify, begin a regimen of muscle strengthening exercises, and get a makeover next year (yeah right).

While I have this fantasy that someday I may travel the world, learn another language, and become adventurous, I’ve always craved security and stability more.  My husband and I have been married 22 years.  We raised our son, who is now grown, in the same small town.  We enjoy life in the country.  Living near a major midwesten metropolitan area has afforded us great opportunities for work and everything else a large city can offer.  Who am I kidding?  We’re not great theatre-goers.  But we have both commuted a lot for work and school.

Everone asks me why there is such a large age gap between our son and our two little daughters.  I spent years in school and work building my career.  Then, I came to the conclusion that while I mostly like my work, nothing compares with loving and nurturing my family.