At 48 years old we were blessed with a vivacious and healthy baby boy Kenneth Jr.- aka “RJ”, I was expecting for my world to be different but not for it to be literally blown to bits. As I settled back into having a newborn after 22 years of not having to change diapers, breastfeeding, literally no sleep pass 2-3 hours a day and the emotional imbalance your body goes through with postpartum I realized that I was going to be in for a world of difference with our new son. I am now 53 years old and it seems that I will have no opportunity to grow old anytime soon but who wants to get old anyway. The trade off has been some of the most amazing moments of my life. This is my story and how I began my journey as a generational mom. Hope to be able to share some the good, bad, funny and sometimes outrageous times in this space among other fun stuff.
Best, until next time!
On days when my 4 year old is asking 100 questions a minute and I am helping our 26-year-old daughter manage her Track and Field career along with being a mid-level executive I am forever trying to remind myself how I got here. I am blessed beyond what I deserve and know that the fun times and love outweighs the chaos that sometime fills my days and nights. Here is a backstory of how I am now a generational mom. I was a divorced single mom with a daughter and got re-married to my high school crush. Well, there is a saying I tell family and friends who want to know how I am handling being a mom to a children who are so far apart in age. That saying is “I Love My husband”. I say that because when you are 48 years old with a 22 years old daughter out of college and you can see the destinations on the map where you want to travel and thinking of all the date night fun ahead, you have to love your husband to start over being parents.
Until next time, Best!