Throw out 50 Thoughts #4 – I’m a middle-aged soccer mom

soccer momsFirst of all, my son doesn’t play soccer. He plays baseball. It’s the middle-aged thing that tends to derail me sometimes. I remember in my early 20’s, when I started in marketing research, we used to have age restrictions for survey participation. I thought 60 was so old. When I was 30, I mourned the end of my young-and-free years. When I was 40, I was locked into a career that wasn’t making me happy anymore, but the die was cast. It was too late.

Now I’m almost fifty. I like to think I face life challenges head on, but I do have that initial hesitance. I’m a middle-aged soccer mom. I can’t run a marathon/climb Mt. Everest/wear a 2-piece bathing suit.

I went on a beach jaunt with some of my dearest friends. The kind that never lie to you. The ones that love you enough to tell you not to ever wear those jeans again. They took me to a bathing suit shop and gave me a makeover. I haven’t worn a 2-piece suit since I was 6. I now own two. I know they wouldn’t have let me walk out of the store, let alone on a beach if I looked like an idiot. I just didn’t think of myself as someone who could wear a bathing suit like that.

After all, I’m a middle-aged soccer mom.

I have some wrinkles, and gravity has taken its toll. Underneath the dye, my hair is pretty gray. I also ran four miles this morning.

I had a business career, which I took as far as I wanted to go. Yes, I had a son to take care of, and yes, managing a two-career family was hard, but I’d already managed both for years. That life had run its course.

I’m only middle aged. That’s half a lifetime left. And I don’t have to spend any of it learning to walk, or talk, or even worse, learn derivatives. I have a half-life of experience– all leading up to right now. I will not climb Everest, not because I’m too old, but because I have no interest in doing so. There are many things, however, that I want to accomplish, and this half-life has just begun. So look out.

After all, I’m a middle aged soccer mom.

Words by J. B. Everett

Photograph – “Soccer Mums” by Ingo Bernhardt © 2009 Creative Commons

11 comments on “Throw out 50 Thoughts #4 – I’m a middle-aged soccer mom

  1. This was great. 🙂 Looking forward to following your 50 thoughts.
    I do a “50 ish” list as well.

  2. Julie Leinberger says:

    Tears as I read this! Thx Jeannine.

    Sent from my iPhone

  3. You’re absolutely right, Chick!! If I could pause my life for twenty years, it would be somewhere between 48 and 55. You’ve nailed this outlook/attitude thing.

  4. Great post! Looking forward to your accomplishments in the future.

  5. whimsygizmo says:

    Jeannine, this is a fantastic post. My 43 1/2 year old tankini wearin’, elliptical racin’, Lake runnin’, kayakin’, still big dreamin’ middle aged mama self thanks you!

  6. Nina says:

    Hi Jeannine! I love this post! I turned 50 on Cinco de Mayo and I spent it doing a whole weekend’s worth of things I had never done before. It was such a gift to experience this milestone birthday while also learning that I have so many “firsts” left to live. I had a renewed sense of wonder and adventure as that birthday weekend unfolded. Even my first ever oyster shooter held an extra bit of oomph!!

  7. Muddy Kinzer says:

    I’m right there with you, Jeannine! I love how you point out that we still have 1/2 a lifetime left. Oh, the things I could do…and that I will do! : ) Thanks for this post!

  8. Maggie Park says:

    I’m with Muddy. Thanks for reminding us that we have half left and no derivatives to learn. Oh thank God! At least we got math behind us.

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