Her twentysomething self was bold, courageous, and
seemingly invincible. Then she had kids. A nearly-40-year-old mom
wonders how she can recapture some of her youthful spirit.
By Kelcey Kintner
My twentysomething self is a bit hazy now, washed out by too many late-night cocktails and now years of parenthood. But I still remember that girl.
She would leave a bar in Madrid at three in the morning, jump on some Spaniard's motorcycle, and enjoy an exhilarating, high-speed spin around the city with him--without ever knowing his name.
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And go for a ride on a glider airplane, because who says planes need motors?
And move from New York City to Great Falls, Montana (practically Canada) to pursue dreams of being a TV reporter, without ever having set foot in the Big Sky state. Maybe not quite realizing that she was signing up for bears, minus-30-degree weather, and no sushi anywhere in sight.
I miss that girl.
During my twenties, I felt so damn invincible. So courageous. So strong.
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But somewhere along the way fear crept in. I started to hesitate. About too many things.
I can now think of a crazy amount of reasons why it's not such a brilliant idea to hop on some random guy's motorcycle in the middle of the night in Madrid. Or why I'd like a plane to have a motor. Maybe even two. Or why it might be a good idea to check out a city before you relocate your entire life.
But with this maturity, I've lost something along the way. A certain boldness. A boldness that offers up life as it is meant to be lived. The full experience.
I know it has a lot to do with having children. It seems the more I have to lose, the more people I desperately love, the more paralyzed I become. I want to protect my children from the evils of life and keep them safe forever. I want to be here on this earth for them as long as possible.
Of course, rationally, I know I can't control their destiny. Or my destiny. But I keep trying.
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I think back to my high school yearbook quote (because all true wisdom can be found in yearbooks or fortune cookies). "Risks must be taken because the greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing. Only a person who takes risks is free."
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As I near 40 (when you're considered middle-aged and everyone seems to gleefully call you ma'am), I need some of that adventurous mojo back.
I want to let go. Just a tiny bit. I want to have trust in the universe. I want to stop being afraid. I want to have more fun.
Because I want my children to see me as a loving, independent, and courageous spirit. The kind of mother who would absolutely take a ride on a motorcycle every now and again.
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