Tuesday, November 1, 2016


The next generation in my large family, including my children, and my nieces and nephews, are having babies.  I watch their happiness, exhaustion and obsessiveness, and I remember.  In spite of it being over thirty years ago, I remember very clearly what those days were like.  What most clearly comes to mind is how I kept looking forward to the “next” stage, instead of enjoying the present.
My excuse was that, at least with my first born, I spent a lot of time alone:  I lived with my husband and baby in a place where I didn’t have friends—at least not at first—who had children.  None of my old friends did and they all worked.  My husband was at the beginning of his career so he was gone all day and often into the night.  He sometimes even had to work on the weekends.  There was a lot of alone time.
I loved my son.  He was a great baby.  But he wasn’t much company and certainly not someone I could talk to.  When he was about six months old, I did start making friends who had babies, but then we moved and I had to start over again—in December in the Northeast.  I spent the next three or four months either in the house or driving around the suburbs of New Jersey after my son woke up from his nap.  To this day I know more back roads in northern New Jersey than anyone I know.
I’m not sure if my experience would be repeated today.  The obvious solution, in hindsight, was for me to get a part time job.  Even if it were only a couple of days a week, it would have gotten me out of the house and with other adults. But thirty years ago was still a time when women were “fortunate” if they could stay home, even if they were lawyers. 
But besides getting a part time job, I’d tell myself to cherish the time I had with my son and then my twin daughters when they came along.  When I go through photographs from back then, I realize how young I was, as was my husband and even my parents and his.  We couldn’t imagine, my husband and I, life in the future when our children would be grown and gone.  But that day did come. 
Maybe that’s what being a grandparent is about:  we finally have the wisdom to enjoy the little moments and the quiet and the details of a young child’s life before they’re up and running. 
There was one additional positive impact from all that time alone.  I started writing.  Since I had no one to talk to except my infant, I started keeping a journal that morphed into a novel.  That first novel is tucked away in some draw in my office, but when it was done, I started another and then another after that. I was on my way.


  1. Your blog hit home for me and, I'm sure, for most of women who are now grandmothers. Being a young mother is hard whether she stays at home alone or works and has to deal with the exhausting chores of motherhood. Now as we look back, we can see better ways of dealing. Every stage has its advantages. Let's hope our young mothers today appreciate those times.

    1. I agree and why I wrote this. My mother-in-law used to say, when my son was an infant, "You will discover that these days went too fast and you'll miss them." Of course that was true but I didn't believe it! My hope is that the new mothers in my family are more patient.

  2. This post spoke to me, Deborah. Back in the 70s, I raised 3 young sons on a farmstead while hubby worked in the city. With no car and no close neighbours, it was an isolated existence for a life-long city girl. Most of the time I loved it but it was hard going. From this distance, though, I look back on those days with great fondness. Thanks for the memories!

  3. My first son was my greatest opportunity to make friends. Mother & toddlers groups in Wales are common and I was all alone for the first year of my marriage. I count these first friends as my closest friends still. Fortunately, when G was born, my mother told me to talk to him, otherwise I would have raised him in silence because I didn't know any better! G and I still talk, long and often. I love that I do not have to discipline my grandchildren - we can just have fun.

  4. Your mother sounds like a wise woman!

  5. Oh, my, this was so me, too. I was so overwhelmed with three small children, that I spent too little time just enjoying them. Now my youngest daughter has three small children and she's in the same position. Unfortunately she doesn't live close enough that I can be much help, though I try to visit a couple of times a year and give her some break time. And I'm enjoying my grandchildren as much as I can in the brief times I have with them.

  6. Hi Deborah--
    Not only were you a caring mother, but now you're a wise and loving grandmother. It's wonderful also, that you began writing and kept writing while you had the time to do so. Thank you for sharing your story.