I'm 44, I'm pretty sure what I am going through now is a healthy version of a mid-life transition. I also have a theory that would basically confirm this. We all go through mid-life transitions. It's not usually the stereotypical "sports car" kind of thing. When Josh was about 40, he seemed to have his. I asked my mom about what my dad's was like at that time. She said around 47 he decided to live a simpler life. It was more of a drastic and permanent life change than my dad thinks it was.
That brings me to my theory. Nature has programed us humans to have a life span. Studies have shown genetics is connected to longevity more than outside factors. Barring something unforeseen like murder, early terminal illness, or accident, my theory is how long we will live is determined in the womb as our DNA is connecting. Just look at the family math to confirm.
Dad, age 47, mid-life would mean he dies at age 94. His mom lived to age 87 and his dad lived to age 96 (almost 97). His eldest sister is around age 87 now. This isn't so far-fetched to say he can make 94. He'll be uncomfortable and a mixture of grumpy and happy. But he doesn't have the kind of health issues that would affect life span.
My mom was 75 when she died. That meant her mid-life transition was at age 37. Now, I was 5 and my brother was 1 so we are useless in figuring out if that theory held up. I asked my dad, and he didn't remember any changes. That doesn't mean they didn't happen, just that she was good at keeping any mental battles inside. 75 matches the average life span for her family.
If I'm right about Josh, he'll make 80. He has Hydrocephalies and they kept being wrong about predicting when he'll die. He's outlived all predicted ages. But his mom is 78 and his dad is almost 80. I don't know the average ages of death for his grandparents. I love my in-laws and hope they stick around a lot longer.
Which brings me to my age 44 meaning I will die at 88. If you look at my mom's 75 and my dad's 94, 88 is an actual genetic possibility! It's worth documenting this now. I tend to have a creepy 6th sense about death so, I am curious if someone were to research this if my theory is correct.
On to what makes me think I am in my mid-life transition:
My degree is in Dance. For many years, I would do dance and sometimes gym routines, one song for each activity. Some routines had a bunch of activities but usually I did the 6-activity type. I started that in High School, stopped when pregnant, and went back to it when Zach was about 1.
I used to snap him in his highchair in the kitchen close to the living room at the condo and he'd watch me do my "mommy routines". Once, he wiggled a locked highchair to the side slightly and pulled a pop tart out of the pantry when I was turning as part of an exercise. Literally a few seconds and I look to see him bending over to take a bite of the pop tart. I still mathematically can't figure out how he did all of that in about 30 seconds. It's one of his favorite baby stories.
I even did a blog post on these routines, "Zach's in school and Mommy Dances" when he started preschool. But I have fractured my foot a lot and decided to stick to walking only when he was around age 5. Starting in May, I had to do physical therapy for my back and knee. The therapist encouraged me to do the very things I used to do. So, I have created a bunch of new routines (4 things only per routine) and have been feeling good exercising every day.
It's been 10 years since I have done these things. Creating these routines have been so good for me and I look forward to them! I feel about them like I did when I was in high school and locked the door to my bedroom doing these very things. In college I would go to an empty studio sometimes to do these routines. This is how I have controlled stress most of my life.
I had thought the dancer part of me was in the past. I'm the cookbook-authoring and amateur horticulturist mom. But I have always been a mover. My mom said when she was pregnant with me, she would sit on the beach, and I would kick so hard you could see the outline of my foot. It's literally been the biggest part of my identity since I formed feet. Dance classes starting at age 5 (when my mom was mid-life) were really just feeding the part of me that has always been the biggest part of me.
I think this is my mid-life transition because it's rediscovering the part of my identity that has been dormant. Like basically everything in my yard, it was always present, just dormant. Now it's free. I am free. It's ironic because the name Frances means "free". If you like astrology I'm a Virgo if that helps.
Isn't that what a mid-life transition is, rethinking what you want your life to be? Freeing your mind to rediscover the past parts of you that are still inside of you?
There is one thing that might prove me right about my mom having a mid-life transition at age 37. A favorite part of my childhood was our "girl nights". My mom would take me shopping. It usually was in August for back-to-school clothing. We got dinner out and spent a few hours just us. My parents were always great about making time to be alone with each of us. I think she started this when I was 5.
Maybe she chose to do it because she was rethinking her life and decided she wanted to make time to be alone with all of us. Family was always the most important thing to her throughout her life. Doing this was clearly something she enjoyed as well.