In the Beginning...

Ok, so I am new to this. Bet that's never been said before! Anyway, I once had a dream...a dream that I didn't know would ever come true. You see, I was, let's say, a "late bloomer" in oh so many ways. Having come from a "difficult" background, it took me a long time to even think of being ready to take on the responsibilities of having a family of my own. So, entering my middle 30's it finally hit...my goodness, yes, I want to have a family and I need to start NOW. I put myself on an accelerated track to finding a mate. Once you decide to do something, you find it really can be done. We were married in 1997 and pregnant 2 months after the wedding! Our first daughter, Emmy, was born a month shy of my 39th birthday. Her sister followed exactly 2 years later. Being pregnant for the first time was absolutely the most thrilling time of my life. I read all the books. Even thereafter, throughout the first few years, I was always reading about all the stages of development, what to expect, etc. After those first years, the available reading material drops off dramatically. Fast forward and the girls are now 11 and 13. I find myself more and more alone on this journey. Gone are the "Mommy and Me" classes, Mom's support groups, etc. Many of us now are working either full or part time and/or are otherwise kept very busy just trying to tread water. We see each other and smile, not revealing how very difficult it can be dealing with our tweens and the love/hate relationship that is ever cycling. So, here I am, trying to navigate my way through these tumultuous times. Hope that others will join me on this journey.