Every morning after I raise my 49-year-old body out of bed, I kiss my daughter's forehead and croon a little morning lullaby to coax her to start her day. I take her hands and sing, "Will You Dance with Me?" from the King & I. If I'm lucky, Grace will rise to the occasion, climb onto my back and catch a ride to the kitchen. Then, if there's no school, we like to ride our bikes through the neighborhood, swim, draw silly faces or bake our favorite cookies.
I color an idyllic picture of a mother and daughter under a rainbow in happy communion. But trust me, our life together hasn't all ways been a festival of song and dance and crayons. In fact, in some ways, it wasn't even that much fun. Becoming a mother later in life has sometimes been a struggle -- not only on the physical front but on an emotional and practical level as well. I was 40 when I gave birth to my daughter, and the CEO of philosophy, a multimillion-dollar skincare company with hundreds of employees. Having spent almost two decades in a boardroom, I had lost touch with my ability to play.
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