Cyma Shapiro Archives - Page 5 of 5 - Mothering in the Middle

MotheringintheMiddle – first blog post!

Here I am again, in my own space – as much a product of my own imagination as of your needs!

The response to our NURTURE blog (www.midlifemothers.org) has been overwhelming. We’ve been able to secure nationally recognized authors, experts and writers whose work involves and intersects with midlife mothers. MLM’s are women over 40 who chose motherhood (first, repeat, or last-time) through in vitro, natural childbirth, surrogacy, fostering, guardianship, adoption, and blending stepfamilies. Midlife Mothers (MLMs) R Us! […]

Midlife Mothering – Is it All About Getting a Second Chance?

by Cyma Shapiro

I am both a thinker and a seeker. I think about everything and constantly seek answers. I recently wrote a blog post about “What If’s” – those nagging questions we all have about earlier adulthood. However, since writing the post, I find that most of my questions have not been answered. The most fundamental question also remains: As a (new) midlife mother – were I to live my life over again, would I do it the same? […]

I Wanna, Wanna, Wanna

by Cyma Shapiro

I want to have a baby. The problem is that I’m over 50, am in that “time,” have two young children and two older stepchildren. I have, as they fondly say, a “full plate.”

But, something has stirred in me so deeply that I can’t just ignore it. In fact, it isn’t going away. My desire is even greater than it was 10 years ago when my husband and I tried, and tried, and tried to have children. […]

Gratitude is just a nine-letter word

by Cyma Shapiro

For many years in my yoga classes (pre-children), I had trouble finding the ‘gratitude’ that the teachers requested of us, especially during our parting word, “Namaste” (meaning: the light/spirit in me acknowledges the light/spirit in you). While I knew that it was necessary to acknowledge the goodness in my life; the people who had sustained me; the loves I had found; and the joys that I experienced, the truth was that I was always just surviving the day only to run home and find solace and peace in the solitude of my home, alone. The truth was that I was rarely happy. […]