My 40s, Self-Discovery, and Skateboards

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Something happened when I turned forty a couple years back. People had warned me that they had “come into their own” at that age, or that they “had stopped caring what other people thought.” I don’t really know what it means to come into your own, your own what?
I cared too much about what other people thought since I was in my early twenties, allowing them to define what adulthood, motherhood, and all the other kinds of ‘hoods “should” look like. Then I turned 40, and discovered how much I no longer cared about anyone else’s definitions happened to be.
It’s a little odd to be as old as my parents were when I was old enough to pay attention

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I’m the 40-something-ish wife of my beloved Computer Guy.

I’m the adoring and incredibly proud mom of nine children…two saints…seven in training.

I’m my brothers’ sister and my parents’ daughter.

I’m a devout Catholic, an avid political junkie, able debater, aspiring home-maker, amazing friend, and I make the meanest Chicken Fried Steak you’ll ever have the pleasure of eating.

I’m a homeschooling guru, a writing addict, a sometimes public-speaker, and an advocate for staying true to the person God created you to be.

I can’t live in a house with white walls, sing Billy Joel songs while I wash the dishes, will read anything you put in my hands, and am completely obsessed with rhinestones and cute shoes.

I am just like moms the whole world over, and then some.