Suzanne Hayes

23 hours ago | aarp.org | Suzanne Hayes

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2 weeks ago | yahoo.com | Suzanne Hayes

I spent decades waking up early and dedicating my life to being a sports mom. It wasn't easy; I often dreaded it, and it sometimes brought out the worst in me. Now that my sports-mom days are numbered, I realize how much I learned from the experience. Being a sports parent is not for the faint of heart. It's a roller coaster ride of highs, lows, twists, and turns. After 20 years of being a mom to three athletes, I have learned that it is equally rewarding and challenging.

2 weeks ago | yahoo.com | Suzanne Hayes

I spent decades waking up early and dedicating my life to being a sports mom. It wasn't easy; I often dreaded it, and it sometimes brought out the worst in me. Now that my sports-mom days are numbered, I realize how much I learned from the experience. Being a sports parent is not for the faint of heart. It's a roller coaster ride of highs, lows, twists, and turns. After 20 years of being a mom to three athletes, I have learned that it is equally rewarding and challenging.

2 months ago | thegirlfriend.com | Suzanne Hayes

I remember when I noticed the first permanent wrinkle on my face. I was so incredibly naïve. I thought it was a temporary smile line or the side effect of a sinus infection — I was only 38 and far too young to have real wrinkles! Then there was that time at the ripe, young age of 42 when someone complimented me for being brave enough to wear my “sparkles” with pride. The sparkles she was referring to were my gray hairs, and, spoiler alert — there was no pride attached to them.

2 months ago | yahoo.com | Suzanne Hayes

My kids are college-age, in the prime of their lives, and thriving in every way. Meanwhile, I'm struggling with the woes of midlife, and I feel envious of their youth. I am persistently trying to accept this and find the silver lining. I recently found a gray hair in my eyebrow, and my heart skipped a beat. I suppose it might be comical to those who have accepted aging and the speed at which life passes us by, but that's not me — not yet, anyway. No one ever told me that eyebrows turn gray.