I gained 20 more years of youth by marrying late and having my first child at 39. My generation married in their early 20’s and had several children–a few had grandchildren–by the time I had my first child.
In these two decades snatched from destiny, I chose to remain single and did many things I would not otherwise have done–travel, carve a career on magazines, meet fascinating people, mature. After all this, I was finally ready for marriage and motherhood. A bit laggard? Without a doubt
However, being older didn’t stop me from joining in the activities of young mothers at the playground, with whom I became friendly. We had a big interest in common–small children. But there was one major disappointment that probably resulted from my carefree decades. Thrilled with parenthood, my husband and I wanted another child. We tried, and I had two miscarriages. The doctor surmised that because of age and certain physical conditions, I could not bring another child to port. We were deeply saddened, and finally gave up.
