At the age of 30 I had my son; my daughter at 32.  YES, Yes… I know – I’m a baby by most of your standards at the not so “tender” age of 35, and not officially a midlife mother.  You see, by my family’s track record, my two older sisters were working on kids # 2 and 3 respectively by the time they were 25, so for me I thought waiting until I was 30 was waiting.   Looking back now I see that I naively thought I had everything together.  But, I am still racked with self doubt and the simple question of “What if” and the not so simple answers it often conjures.  […]