A post by writer Sue Pace:
And now our babies are growing up, going off to college and beyond.
We are growing up, too.
We find ourselves mothering our mamas and daddies instead. Or we bury them.
Polly’s brother was killed by a drunk driver recently.
Both Lisa and Boots are dealing with mothers who have breast cancer.
Beth, Polly and I are now completely without the unconditional love only a parent can give.
Our significant others, some legal, some not, some long time, some in the tingly phase, are all good men who thankfully just roll with it.
Humorous birthing stories have been replaced by even funnier hot flash moments. One of us recently stripped down at the kitchen table for some heat relief while the rest of us cheered.
That’s what women of the south do. We laugh till we cry or is it the other way around?
The theater that unfolds just gives us yet another stage to stand on together.
No script necessary for this southern six pack.
Sue Pace lives on the outskirts of Chapel Hill, North Carolina with her husband Lee, two occasional kids and an assortment of dogs, cats and horses. She is a writer, graphic designer and runs a small horse boarding facility. Her blog is Midlife, Amuse Me. Read it here.