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  • Summer Reset: New Routines, Real Life, and What’s Next

    Summer Reset: New Routines, Real Life, and What’s Next

    Whew. Where do I even start?

    The last few weeks have been a blur of recovery, road trips, and real-life parenting—with a dash of peace, a splash of chaos, and a whole lot of grace.

    🚨 Surgery: Done and Dusted

    My tubal ligation surgery is officially in the books. I’m healing well and feeling surprisingly okay—physically and emotionally.

    Honestly, the relief hit me harder than the pain. There’s something powerful about knowing your body is finally your own again.

    No more “what if” worries. No more juggling pills or tracking cycles. Just clarity. Calm. Control.

    It wasn’t easy—but it was necessary. And I’m proud of myself for following through.

    🚗 The Road to Texas

    Five days post-op, I loaded up the car and hit the road with my girls, my mom, and my dad for a multi-generational road trip from Chicago to Seabrook, Texas. Because why not combine post-surgery soreness with seatbelts, snacks, and 16+ hours of “Are we there yet?” energy?

    Let’s just say… the memories were plentiful.

    Some highlights:

    My 5-year-old was the snack queen and the official coloring boss, keeping the backseat bright and busy with crayons and snacks. My 8-year-old took on the role of sleeping beauty—except when she was being the timekeeper, announcing every few hours how long we had left… and loudly protesting her assigned seat in the third row (which is actually very comfortable, I might add). My mom was the snack handler and chief entertainment officer, keeping the girls occupied, calm, and laughing while my dad and I shared driving duties and tried not to miss any Shell stations along the way.

    Somehow, we made it. Tired but grateful.

    👵👴 Grandparent Time (and Parent Break!)

    Now that we’re here, the girls are officially spending the next 2½ weeks soaking up all the love, spoiling, and sugar their grandparents can dish out.

    And me? I’ll be soaking up the silence.

    Because this mama and her husband are getting a much-needed, long-overdue mommy and daddy break.

    No snack demands. No sibling debates. Just quiet evenings, full nights of sleep, and the occasional grown-up dinner.

    (Insert praise hands here.)

    🌞 A New Summer Rhythm

    With the girls in Texas and no full-time work schedule, I’m giving myself permission to slow down.

    To ease into mornings.

    To write, rest, reflect—and maybe even finish a cup of coffee before it goes cold.

    This summer is about healing, softness, and reclaiming space—physically and mentally.

    👨‍👧 Road Trip, Part 2: The Return

    Tomorrow, I’ll hit the road again—just me and my dad.

    We’re driving back to Chicago together for a father-daughter trip I didn’t realize I needed.

    No chaos in the back seat. No playlist battles. Just conversation, quiet miles, and a car full of gratitude.

    It’s going to be good.

    If you’re still here reading—thank you.

    Thank you for holding space for me to rest and reset. I’ve missed this.

    Missed writing with my whole heart.

    Missed sharing the moments in between the chaos.

    So here we are. Summer’s not over, and neither is this journey.

    Let’s keep going—one post, one real moment at a time.

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    New posts every Friday (and midweek check-ins when life calls for them).

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  • 🕰️ Title: It’s Surgery Day — Claiming My Body, My Boundaries, My Peace

    🕰️ Title: It’s Surgery Day — Claiming My Body, My Boundaries, My Peace

    📅 Date: June 23, 2025
    🕓 Time: 6:19 AM

    It’s 6:19 AM, and I’m sitting in the hospital, checked in since 5:15 for my 5:30 pre-op arrival. In just over an hour, I’ll be wheeled in for my tubal ligation procedure.

    I’m calm. I’m ready. I’m claiming this chapter for peace.

    This decision wasn’t one I wrestled with. It was one I walked toward—confidently and clearly. At 49, my body has done what it was supposed to do. We’ve created life, nurtured it, sustained it, and now… I’m making space to reclaim my body just for me.

    But whew—today came fast.


    What Pre-Op Looked Like

    Yesterday, I had all the pre-op testing done.
    I gave five vials of blood, had an EKG, and a mammogram.

    But let me tell you… my veins were on strike.
    They tried one arm. Nothing.
    Tried the other. Got one vial—then had to throw it out because it started to clot before it even reached the lab.
    That vein collapsed right in front of me. Have you ever seen a vein collapse? Terrifying and fascinating all at once.

    Finally, they went for my hand—and bingo.
    Third time’s the charm. 🙃

    I left that appointment with five vials of blood missing, an EKG printout, and a mammogram that reminded me these girls are still hanging in there—defying gravity and everything else.


    My Village Deserves a Standing Ovation

    Let me take a moment to shout out my incredible support team:

    💍 My husband — who woke up before Jesus to be here with me, laptop out, editing photos while I wait for surgery. You are my rock and my calm.

    👵🏽👴🏽 My parents — who extended their vacation just to help us with the girls while I recover. Right now, they’re at home getting our daughters ready for camp and tutoring. Thank you for loving us the way you do.

    👧🏽👧🏽 My daughters — who prayed with me last night, cracked jokes, gave the biggest hugs and kisses, and reminded me why I do all of this in the first place. I’m about to call you in a minute to wish you a great day. I love you endlessly.

    👯‍♀️ My cousins — who’ve been at my house every day this past weekend, hugging me, laughing with me, and already texting my husband this morning waiting for the “she’s out and good” message.

    👩🏽‍⚕️ My best friend — who happens to be a doctor and who went to med school with my OB. Thank you for giving this decision your blessing—it gave me peace.

    🌍 My girls’ Godmother — texting me from Paris, trying to move your flight to be here for me. I had to make you stay and enjoy your vacation, but your love and loyalty mean everything.

    🙏🏽 My aunts, uncles, and prayer warriors — you’ve been covering me in spirit and prayer, as always.

    📲 My friends — who were up before dawn, calling, texting, and sending prayers before the sun even came up. It means more than you know to feel surrounded, covered, and remembered in moments like this. Y’all are my circle, my crew, my chosen family.

    💻 And to you—my readers — the women and couples who’ve been where I am, or are headed here soon… thank you. Thank you for allowing me to share this journey publicly and imperfectly. It matters. You matter.


    This blog isn’t just about a procedure.
    It’s about power.
    It’s about ownership.
    It’s about choosing peace, on purpose.

    Thanks for walking with me through this. I’ll check back in once I’m out of surgery.

    See you on the other side 💪🏽🩺❤️
    —Ronnie

  • “Pre-Op Checklist: Labs, Mammograms, and One Stubborn Vein”

    “Pre-Op Checklist: Labs, Mammograms, and One Stubborn Vein”

    By: Ronetta “Ronnie” Whitaker
    Published: June 15, 2025

    It’s getting real.
    We are officially one week out from my tubal ligation surgery, and today was all about the pre-op testing.

    🩺 Pre-Op Testing: Pokes, Pressures & Patience

    Today was my full pre-op testing day, and let me tell you—I earned a snack and a nap after this one. I had an EKG, gave five vials of blood, and had a mammogram all before lunchtime.

    But let’s talk about that blood draw for a second.

    They tried one arm. Nothing.
    Tried the other—and got one vial. I thought we were making progress…
    But nope. That vial had to be thrown out because it started clotting before it could even make it to the lab.
    And THEN… the vein collapsed. In. My. Face. 😳

    Like, have you ever seen your vein collapse in real-time? It’s terrifying… and somehow fascinating. One second I’m watching the tube fill, and the next, it’s like the vein gave up and said, “Nah, I’m done.” 😂

    Finally, they went for the hand—and bingo. Third time’s the charm.

    I walked out of there bandaged like I’d been in a fight, and left with five vials of blood missing, an EKG printout, and a mammogram that reminded me these girls are still hanging in there, defying gravity.


    🩺 EKG? Check.

    Blood drawn (eventually)? Check.
    Mammogram? Check and ouch.
    Peace of mind? Getting there.


    Today was another reminder that this is happening. Not someday. Not “when I have time.”
    Next. Week.

    And while I still have nerves, there’s also this deep sense of calm. Like my body knows we’re walking into a new season—one with more clarity, more control, and a little less chaos in the “what if” department.


    📣 Talk To Me:

    If you’ve ever been a hard stick, had a mammogram that made you question your life choices, or survived pre-op testing while juggling motherhood and mental to-do lists—let’s laugh together in the comments. You’re not alone. And girl, neither am I.

  • 🧠 5 Things That Saved My Sanity This Week

    🧠 5 Things That Saved My Sanity This Week

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    Published: May 31, 2025
    By: Ronetta “Ronnie” Whitaker


    This week? Oh, it was a doozy.

    Between studying for this insurance exam, navigating a house that suddenly feels like a 24/7 snack bar, and having my kindergartener home from school post-graduation — I needed every bit of backup I could find.

    So instead of pretending I had it all together, I’m keeping it real with you.
    Here are the 5 things that truly saved my sanity this week. Bless them, one and all.


    1. My Husband Getting Off Early (Twice!)

    When he walked through that door before 5 PM — not once, but twice this week — I nearly cried.
    Why It Mattered: He jumped right in with the girls, and for those couple of hours, I wasn’t the default parent. It gave me time to study and breathe. Hero status: unlocked.


    2. The “Blue People” Babysitter (a.k.a. Avatar)

    Three hours of glowing blue people, floating mountains, and my 5-year-old completely mesmerized? I will never talk bad about screen time again.
    Why It Mattered: She watched it in full, twice. That’s six hours of focused study time I didn’t know I had in me. I owe James Cameron a fruit basket.


    3. Taking the Week Off Work

    I took PTO and skipped camp fees. That move alone bought me time, focus, and saved my wallet from screaming.
    Why It Mattered: It gave me the mental space to zone in on this exam and not feel like I was juggling flaming swords while blindfolded. Strategic rest? Yes, please.


    4. Sloppy Joes, Chicken, and “Everybody Gets a Sauce” Night

    This week’s menu wasn’t fancy, but it fed the village:
    We had sloppy joes, baked chicken, a pot of noodles with a “pick your own jar of sauce” night, and yes—Chick-fil-A made a guest appearance.
    Why It Mattered: It kept things simple-ish… but let’s not pretend there weren’t still dishes. I swear I was at that sink three times a day. Even with paper plates, it felt like the kitchen never closed. But at least nobody went hungry, and I didn’t have to reinvent the dinner wheel every night.


    5. A Little Sunshine & Outside Time

    The weather showed out this week — warm, breezy, and just right.
    Why It Mattered: Getting out the house with the girls helped reset everybody’s mood. Fewer meltdowns, more sidewalk chalk. Sanity status: maintained.


    📣 Talk to Me

    What saved your sanity this week?
    A little help from your partner? A long movie? A frozen dinner that hit just right?

    Tell me in the comments — and let’s normalize surviving the week by any means necessary. 🙌🏾

  • ✂️ The Cut: Choosing Surgery, Choosing Me

    ✂️ The Cut: Choosing Surgery, Choosing Me

    Publish Date: May 23, 2025
    By: Ronetta “Ronnie” Whitaker

    One Month From Today…

    I’ll be having a tubal ligation.

    That sentence feels both heavy and freeing all at once.

    I’m excited.
    I’m nervous.
    And, if I’m being really honest, I’m a little pissed.

    Because while this is my choice—one I made clearly, confidently, and without hesitation—I still can’t help but side-eye the fact that it’s me going under the knife, yet again, for our family planning.

    My husband? Oh, he’s living his best life.
    Meanwhile, I’m preparing for anesthesia, recovery, and a full halt on my summer plans for a few weeks.

    And why?
    Because we’re done having babies.

    Let’s Be Clear: I’m Done

    I didn’t come to this lightly—just quickly.
    I’m turning 49 this year. My husband is already 50.
    We’ve got two beautiful, energetic daughters.
    And let me tell you right now:

    I’m not changing another diaper.
    I’m not doing midnight feedings.
    I’m not signing up for round three of sleep deprivation and postpartum healing.

    This body has done enough.
    So yes—tubal ligation makes sense.
    No more fear. No more guessing. No more anxiety over what a missed period might mean.

    I want my freedom back. I want my body to feel like mine again.
    And yes, I want to enjoy intimacy without a mental checklist and a backup plan.

    It’s My Body, But Also My Marriage

    We’re married. We’re connected.
    So even though the procedure is happening to me, the impact touches us.

    My decision to get a tubal ligation is rooted in medical autonomy—but also in wanting to feel free and safe in my marriage again.

    We’ve spent the past few years parenting young kids, navigating exhaustion, and building our dreams.
    But sex? That’s been on pause—not because we don’t want to, but because fear has taken up too much space in the bedroom.

    I want that spark back.
    I want that fire.
    And I don’t want one more second of joy stolen by the fear of what if.

    This surgery is my way of reclaiming both my body and my connection with my husband.
    Because I deserve both.

    Mama, You Don’t Owe Anyone an Explanation

    I know some folks might clutch their pearls at a woman openly talking about sterilization.
    Some may even think I should’ve made him get “fixed.” (Let’s be real—I did too.)

    But this isn’t about what they think.
    This is about me—and maybe about you, too.

    If you’re reading this and you’ve been holding back from making a decision about your body because of guilt, pressure, or outside opinions?
    Let this be your permission slip to choose you.

    You don’t need to apologize for taking care of your health.
    You don’t owe anyone a debate over what you might want five years from now.
    And you definitely don’t need to justify why you’re done having kids.

    Done is done.
    And peace is priceless.

    📣 Talk To Me

    Have you made a big decision that felt right, but still came with complicated feelings?
    Did you feel like you had to justify it—to others, or even to yourself?

    Let’s talk about it.

    Drop a comment below and tell me:
    What have you done lately to choose yourself?
    Let’s keep reminding each other: We get to live fully, boldly, and without apology.

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    Amazon link to some of my favorite items i’m taking ti the hospital with me.

  • 🌀 Hectic Schedules & Half-Done Everything

    🌀 Hectic Schedules & Half-Done Everything

    Published: May 16, 2025
    By: Ronetta “Ronnie” Whitaker

    This Week in My Real Life

    Whew. This week felt like I was starring in an unscripted reality show called:
    “Where’s That Thing I Just Had?”

    Between juggling the girls’ schedules, client calls, studying for my exam, volunteering at my daughter’s school, and getting ready for my 5-year-old’s pre-K graduation, and attending Family Night—let’s just say things have been chaotic. Like, full-on “I found my keys in my husband’s pockets after spending 20 minutes looking for them” kind of chaotic.

    And the worst part? I missed two blog posts.
    TWO.

    Old me? She would’ve spiraled. Cue the guilt. The shame. The mental scroll of all the things I didn’t finish.
    But this version of me? She’s different.
    She’s got a new mantra:

    Grace over Guilt. 💫

    Because I’m learning that sometimes life is just a lot. Not in a bad way. Just in a real, “you’re only one person” kind of way. And when you’re doing the most, something’s gonna fall off the to-do list—and that’s okay.


    Half-Done is Still Progress

    Here’s the thing I reminded myself this week:
    Some weeks, the wins are small. Like:

    ✅ Everyone made it out the house with clothes on.
    ✅ Dinner wasn’t drive-thru.
    ✅ I remembered to breathe before I lost it.

    And yes, I may have forgotten to sign the permission slip and didn’t realize we had no shells or meat for Taco Night… but I’m here.
    Still standing.
    Still mothering.
    Still moving.
    Even if it’s a little slower than usual.


    Mama, You Are Allowed to Miss a Step

    This blog is a reminder for you—and me—that our schedules don’t define our worth.
    Missing a post (or three) doesn’t mean I’m not dedicated.
    It means I’m human.
    And you are too.

    So if your week looked anything like mine, I want you to take this in:

    ✨ You are doing enough.
    ✨ You are showing up.
    ✨ You are allowed to rest.
    ✨ You are allowed to recalibrate.


    Why I Keep Showing Up Anyway

    Even when I’m late.
    Even when it’s messy.
    Even when it’s imperfect.

    I keep writing because I know I’m not the only one balancing it all—with a little grace, a lot of prayer, and sometimes a forgotten Taco Tuesday.

    I started Parenting After 40 because we need spaces that feel like a hug and a high-five.
    And on weeks like this one, I need both.

    So here I am.
    Late, but not defeated.
    Behind, but not broken.
    Tired, but grateful.


    📣 Talk To Me

    Have you had a week like this too? Where everything was moving, but nothing felt done?
    Tell me in the comments—what do YOU do when life gets chaotic?
    Let’s remind each other: grace over guilt, always.