Clarissa's Blog

While, once again, I do not recommend this life strategy, being an old mother is in many ways really great. Yesterday I woke up at 5:30 a.m. to prepare a 3-course hot lunch for my fifth grader. In spite of numerous reminders, she forgot to bring it with her and ate some weird thing served at school.

Was I annoyed or snippy with her when I found out? Not a bit. My capacity to get upset over little things is about fifteen years past its sell-by date. I live amongst a husband who has never been nagged and a child who has never been snapped at or criticized. Not because I’m a wonderful person, but because I’m extremely middle-aged. I’ve simply aged out of all of the stuff that strains marriages and complicates parenting endeavors.