My friend Mary messaged me recently to update me about her daughter. “Megan had her third gig tonight,” she wrote, “she’s made the decision to get certified as a yoga teacher. It’s just wild that my little girl is a grown-up now. So weird.”
What I found both wild and weird was that Mary and I are the same age. I was reading about her daughter’s gigs and yoga training while helping my own children dress up as pirates. Mary had her daughter when she was in her early 20s, I had mine when I was 40.
