I weigh more than I did at 30. I exercise less, but I move more—if that makes sense. I garden. I walk the dog. I dance in the kitchen to 90s hip-hop while making spaghetti, and I don't care if Jess films me for TikTok.
As a 50-year-old mom, I've learned a thing or two about life, love, and parenting. Here's a guide to help you navigate this stage of life, filled with personal anecdotes, wisdom, and a dash of humor. Mom POV Rhonda 50 Year Old With
As I sit here, reflecting on my life as a 50-year-old mom, I am filled with a mix of emotions. My name is Rhonda, and I've spent the last two decades pouring my heart and soul into raising my children. Now that they're grown and mostly independent, I'm left to navigate this new chapter of my life. I weigh more than I did at 30
I also talk to my mother every day. She is 78. She tells me that 50 is "just a baby." She says the 60s are the best decade because "you finally stop comparing yourself to everyone else." I am choosing to believe her. I walk the dog
The irony is not lost on me. I am smack in the middle of the . I am the bread, the peanut butter, and the jelly. I hold the teenager’s anxiety, the college kid’s financial uncertainty, the elder parent’s medical appointments, and my own perimenopause brain fog.
From the outside, 50 might look like "letting yourself go." From the inside, it looks like letting yourself live .