Recently I took my daughter Sam to a friend’s birthday party. It was at one of those crazy inflatable jumping places where kids can bounce off the walls for a couple of hours then collapse in a sweaty mess just in time to put them to bed. I and the other parents watched with happy anticipation at the progression from wired to tired with no effort on our part. It was going to be a good night.
So I had time to look around and compare myself (come on, we all do it) to the other moms, most of whom were significantly younger than I. At 46, I always want to make sure I’m keeping up with the “Jane-ses;” those moms that have immersed themselves in parenting research, Pilates, the latest mommy-and-child fashion trends. As I looked around, I felt pretty good. I was comparatively fit, fashionable (in a Gap sort of way) and in control of my child (mostly). I figured there was no way people would guess I was on the 50-side of my forties, so I settled in and struck up conversation with the mother of four sitting next to me who was more than happy to talk with any grown up at all.
“Hey, Samantha. Is that your mom or your grandma?”
WHAT? I stood up in shock. The little boy obviously didn’t have a mean bone in his body. He had asked this as innocently as though he were asking if she liked cheese or pepperoni better. I looked desperately at Sam for her response (please punch him), which simply was to shrug and say in between bites, “My mom.”
I don’t know how many times Sam has been asked that question. Once is enough as far as I’m concerned. But it does bring me to the topic of being an older mom. I know many of us are in this boat (not even counting the celebrities who give birth at age 50 or older). It’s a better boat than it used to be, of course. In my mom’s day (she was 43 when she had me), she was in the minority; she was still of the generation where women raised the kids and men raised the money and there wasn’t much discussion about the mental or physical health issues surrounding older parenthood. In fact, my mom still is embarrassed to talk about anything woman-related. I once told her the reason I didn’t have kids until so late was because we never “had the talk” and I didn’t know how to “do it.” She left the room.
Anyway, so here I am…ready to research, share and explore the world of older “mom-hood” with you. Please feel free to send questions, comments or experiences my way. After all, we’re all in this together, right?
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