Blogger: Cooper Munroe at The Motherhood, Aspinwall
My mom had me when she was 40, when she already had a nine-year-old daughter and eighteen-year-old son. I was, as you can imagine, not planned.
Of course, it was the 1960s then, and having babies at 40 wasn’t the "done" thing. My mom liked (once she got over the rage) to tell the story of the time she took infant me shopping in my stroller and a store clerk complimented her on her "beautiful grandson."
It’s more socially acceptable now to have kids later – in your mid-thirties and beyond. But "acceptable" doesn’t necessarily mean "easy."