Thoughts on My 42nd Birthday

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My birthday was Tuesday.  I am now 42 years old–and the “geriatric” mother of a newborn.

I understand that 42 is just hours older than the 41 years I was the day before my birthday.  But 42 is a little jarring for me.  Two years ago when I turned 40, my older cousin told me that the 40’s have been the best years of her life.  She has teenagers, though, not a newborn.  And maybe my status as a new mother is not the reason for how old I feel, but regardless, right now I feel old.

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