Although I didn’t plan to put off having a baby until I was in my 40s, fate made sure that I was ready before I met my baby girl. I’d already lived in some of the greatest cities, devoted time to my career, eaten at all the restaurants, been to the parties, traveled around the world and gone to hundreds of movies in the middle of the day just because I could.
I finally grew tired of doing all of that strictly for myself.
Eight weeks ago, at age 42, I gave birth to a healthy baby girl. Throughout my pregnancy I was told by many how much my life was about to change. “Good,” was my response, “I’m finally ready for that.”