When I was younger, I thought I would have 3 kids by the time I was 30. Little did I know that life would toss me a few curve balls and delay the mommy train. I had my first at almost 31 and my second son 8 days after my 38th birthday. I would have never dreamed of having a toddler when I turn 40 in a few days. My mom had one in college and another in high school when she turned 40.  Her kids were grown up while I am just beginning to raise mine.

I will be honest in saying, I would not have it any other way. I love being an “older” mom though I am far from being older. With women having children later in life, there are less and less 20 something moms and more 30-40 something moms around. I know that I am a calmer mom. If you could have only seen me in my 20’s. I was a wreck because I was worried about image and designer this and that. In my 20’s, I was still a child.

Ok – before the 20 something mommy brigade attacks me for the above statement, let me explain. I know that everyone is different. For me personally, I was not mature enough. I needed time to grow, travel, experience life, and experience being me. I was not comfortable in my own skin yet. I needed to grow and learn about me. With my first child, I was still maturing but a lot more relaxed then what I would have been 5 or even 10 years earlier. As I approach my 40’s, I am a whole new woman.

I am the mom not afraid to be “me” with my kids. I am the mom who worries less about image and more about having fun. I am the mom who shops smart and kicks it with mad style on a budget. I am the mom dancing in the isle embarrassing the hell out of my older son. I am the mom who is ok with keeping it real and not living a lie on Facebook. I am that mom.

Old mom you say? I like to say “bold” mom. Not willing to “fold” mom.