Self-acceptance has been a blessed by-product of middle age.
I never used to like babies. I'd always thought if a baby were more like a chimpanzee, I'd have one
Memory is the first casualty of middle age, if I remember correctly.
I didn't have a financial need, and I wasn't very gifted at relationships. I probably was more like what we think of boys as being: hard to pin down and wary of commitment.
Dreams are, by definition cursed with short life spans.
I guess I was a mom so late in life, my daughter was the greatest thing since sliced bread.