26 years later #100DaysOfOldDays

Day 5 #100DaysOfOldDays

As I was going through old photos on my memory stick, Google photos decided it would be a good time to indulge me with a collection of memories on my phone. As I looked through the past photos I noticed similarities between these that were taken twenty six years apart.

This is me with my eldest daughter in 1987. She was about 18 months old here.
This is me with my eldest daughter in 1987. She was eighteen months old here.

These two photos were taken 26 years later: one is of my eldest daughter again, on a beach with her own daughter, aged two and a half (and camera shy). And the other is of me with my youngest daughter, also aged two and a half. Now Little Miss Ten.

The photos are similar but the times were quite different. At 18 I was a teenage mother. At 43 I was considered a geriatric mother—I prefer mature mother, thank you!

Parenting styles were different. I parented like my mother for my first two children. With my third child I relaxed a lot more and did things my own way.

So, did I know it all when I was 43 having my fourth child? God no. It was like starting from the beginning, but because I was more mature I tackled it from a completely different angle.

Now, we all know there are things that never change when it comes to babies: they all cry, they all need feeding, clothing, they get sick, they fall, they poop, they get nappy rash, then they have tantrums when they get on a bit. And they all need love and attention. So no matter what year it is, parenting can be hard work!

I have to say though, my first child had so much more freedom growing up than Little Miss Ten has now.

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10 thoughts on “26 years later #100DaysOfOldDays

  1. Very fun photos, Gloria. I never had children, but remarried after my first husband passed away. I was 43, and wanted to have a child. My second husband did not want that, so I have satisfied myself to being a late-bloomer step-mom to his then 25-year-old son. He is now 52. YIKES! I would have been 18 if he had been my real son.

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  2. What a great post! I loved the comparisons. I was 31 when I had my first, most of my friends had theirs much younger (in fact my father in law once remarked we would never have children as it was too late!), but things happen in their own time and own way.

    Lovely to have been introduced to you through, Marsha’s Story Chat. KL ❤

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    • These days 31 is most definitely not too late KL. Another expectation that has slackened down through the years – thank goodness! Yes, things do happen in their own time and should be allowed to do so. Mother Nature knows best! Thanks for reading KL.

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