My Role Model for Midlife
by Celeste Lindell, of Average Jane
When I was growing up, I used to think my mother spent all her time deliberately trying to embarrass me. It wasn’t until I started becoming more like her that I realized she was just living life on her own terms.
From the stories I heard about my mother’s youth, she was always one to go her own way. However, she succumbed to the mid-1960s cultural expectation that every woman should get married and have children. She told me more than once, “If I had it to do over again, I wouldn’t have had kids…but don’t take that personally.”
She worked in advertising as a copywriter and broadcast producer for many years; the work took its toll and afflicted her with frequent migraines and back pain. She seemed happier running her own business, and started a one-woman creative agency around the time I was in high school.
Right as I was starting college, she and my father divorced. Suddenly, the domestic chrysalis that had contained her for so many years split open and a vibrant new creature emerged.
After years of yelling at me to, “Turn that crap down!” when I played my rock albums (I’d never even dreamed of having band practice at my house), my mother took up bass guitar and formed a rock band of her own. She began dating a keyboard player more than 20 years her junior. I’ll do the math for you: he was two grades ahead of me in school.
She toured the Midwest with her band for a number of years, often wearing a low-cut top that she referred to as her “boob shirt.” When she was home, she handled freelance copywriting on the side and kept up the two activities until she was diagnosed with the lung cancer that would eventually kill her.
That’s only the barest outline of her life, but it gives you an idea of the influence she had on me, even though we often butted heads.
Now that I’m no longer a perpetually red-faced teen, I recognize the value of doing what you want to do and not caring what anyone else has to say about it. Even if my mother had taught me nothing else, it would still have been a valuable legacy.

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I’m so glad I found your site. I’ve been working through the midlife maze all by myself for some time, and it’s nice to hook up with other women with whom I have many things in common.
Thanks,
KJ
http://nanadiaries.wordpress.com
… and now I am wishing I knew your mom. She sounds like an awsome, teacher, student, provider, adventurer, mom and friend.
Thanks for sharing that.
I also had a very “different” mother. She was British, bohemian (I grew up in Greenwich Village in the late 60′s), intellectual, an early feminist, and not only did she march to her own drum, she painted it purple and wore it on her head.
I was mortified by her, of course.
My friends thought she was just the coolest thing ever, and I knew I could never compete with her amazing awesomeness, and she couldn’t squelch who she was just to make me feel better. We were best friends and sometimes I just wanted a MOTHER and I loved her and was frustrated by her in equal parts as I struggled to become ME.
She died when I was 28 and I feel cheated out of what I’m sure would have been some great conversations as I made my way through my life. I know she’s with me, in parts of me, always.
I have a very eccentric mother. She’s been a widow for almost 20 years, and has only gotten more eccentric living on her own.
I don’t think I was particularly embarassed by her as a teen, but now I worry about how long she can sustain her peculiar lifestyle.
I love hearing the stories about your mother. You make her sound so real that I feel as if she’s on MLB with us. I wonder what she’d say….
Your mom taught you the value of going for goals and living up life– great lessons to have!