Jacqueline - posted on 02/25/2014 ( 4 moms have responded )
I became a mom at 41 and then again at 47. That alone sets me apart from other mothers of pre-teens; but wait, there's more!
My children are seven months apart in age. My son was born in May 2002 in South Korea; his sister was born in December 2002 in southernmost China (the island of Hainan Province; we adopted her when she was almost five). I often joke that I'm like a rap star because I had two kids in seven months by two different women in two different countries.
The kids' dad and I divorced a couple of years ago. We live in different states (the kids go to him for school breaks) and remain friendly.
My mother had me at forty, so we have a good bit in common. Many of the people I grew up with are grandparents now. One good friend in her sixties is actually a great-grandmother. I love telling my mom that, in those terms she would be a great-grandmother! For me, late motherhood brings up a few good perks:
* I could never have parented in my twenties. I was much too raw and selfish. Am I perfect now? Far from it. But I have the experience of a longer life span upon which to draw.
* My children keep me young. For all their foibles and mine, it's safe to say I'm on my toes a lot. My instincts and reactions stay sharp, and the kids keep me up (to the best of my ability) with the latest in music and lingo and coolness.
* At age fifty-three, I don't have to grow up fully. I promised myself and my children a long time ago that I wouldn't.
Anyone else want to weigh in here? I could write a blog - or a book...