Schoolyard Dinosaur

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A bit of motherhood today. I share a lot of my thoughts on my blog because I simply have little to hide.

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06/11/2021

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I think it’s because only a few things make me raise my eyebrows in amazement. I believe that if someone else doesn’t like my subjects, they distance themselves. Personally, I don’t really get shocked much in life. I think we all live according to the rules of our society and that anyone who walks a different path is often excluded. I often find the people who do it just a little differently are the most fun and the most interesting.

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By being open about subjects, you normalize. Many of you know that I have Endometriosis. I had fertility problems and eventually became a mother to Finn when I was 40. I think it’s important to always be open and honest about this subject. There are a lot of women who suffer from the same problems, sadness, and despair that I’ve known. I felt incredibly alone at the time I was struggling with my sadness. I also noticed in those days that the few people who wanted to help had no idea how to help.

Thinking back it is of course easy for me. I have become a mother and my sadness has been replaced by baby joy. For my secondary infertility grief I give myself little to no space, as if that grief isn’t legit. Not from me, but not from society either.

I was lucky, I got pregnant against all odds. Finn’s arrival completely changed my life. I really had no idea what having a baby meant, what motherhood meant, and my whole world was turned upside down. Just pink clouds? No absolutely not. He was my biggest wish, and that wish came true. But motherhood wasn’t and isn’t only positive and fun. Every now and then, I chat with women who honestly admit that motherhood isn’t what they’d expected. Having children for them was a breeze; the urge to procreate was undoubtedly there, but it wasn’t as expected once the children were there.

I also sometimes have to adjust my insights to understand and feel what is meant. But I do understand. My wish to be a mother didn’t come until I was in my mid 30’s and before that, it was not a wish for me. Many women think motherhood is something that is expected from them, something they have to do, that it’s nothing but fantastic and having children is their life. Yet, there are plenty of women who consciously do not have children and are also looked at by society.

I sometimes think what it would have been like if Finn hadn’t come. If we had remained childless. I’m sure Martin and I would have had a wonderful life together, which would have been very different from the one we’ve created now. Not less fun or loving, just different.

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"I don’tfeel older than any of the other mothers in the schoolyard (yes, I am a schoolyard dinosaur, and it is okay)."

I can be frank, I’m thankful that I became a mother and I am thankful I became a mother at 40. I really don’t if I would have been a very good mother if I was younger, but I don’t know for sure. I had had all the time to live for myself, follow my dreams, and do what I wanted to do with my life before the commitment I made to motherhood and gave up a very large part of myself. Although it was not consciously chosen, looking back at my life it was what was best for me. If I hadn’t had fertility problems, I would probably have become a mother at a younger age, and everything would have been different.

I consider myself lucky and very thankful life gave me what I needed. As a human being, I needed an awful lot of space for myself. To heal from a sad childhood, to grow as a person. And eventually I was allowed to become a mother of a fantastic boy. Being older isn’t really something that concerns me in this story. Except for the fact that of course I would like to turn 100 just for him now. 😉

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What triggered me to write this post is a question I received last week from a follower; what it’s like to be an older mom? Don’t you feel old in the schoolyard between all those young mothers? She was concerned because she”s also in her early 40s and will soon be a mom for the first time. Those kinds of questions always make me think. I can’t compare my motherhood journey with my younger self; I only have one journey. I can only look at myself today, and I know how I was then, how I am now. When I think about my younger self, I think I would have been a very different mother; impatient, more insecure, more selfish but I will never know for sure. And no, I don’t feel older than any of the other mothers in the schoolyard (yes, I am a schoolyard dinosaur, and it is okay).

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