I’m not there quite yet … as Sam, Jay and Meg just turned four, but I know the day is coming that they will question my decision to have a child (had triplets) at almost 48 years old.

Will they tell me that I was too old? Probably … someday. But for now, I’m going to relish in the joy and innocence they possess.

In my moments I often think of how if I live to be 80 … they’ll only be 33 and I have fleeting moments of self pity, for I want live to be 110 so I never miss out on anything in their life.

My kids ages are 28, 26, 25, 24, 4, 4 and 4. I also have grandkids thrown in the mix which make for having six 4 year olds. Fun days .. tired nights.

I think it’s a great idea to make him spit that out! And I also love the tenacity you have to want to whack his little head.

My 5 yr old grandson’s mother moved to the city 500 miles away from him to “get her life back”. The other day he made the comment that he doesn’t have a mommy. Both me and my 6 yr old granddaughter, in unison said “You have a mommy!”

As an adult, a mother and grandmother, I know why he feels that, she’s not there. And I can’t help but wonder how in the world she can do this. I know that in time she will have a very hard time justifying this time in their lives. And I also know that no matter what he will always want her and no one will or can ever take her place. No matter what.

In his heart and mind he is struggling with how label those feelings and where to put them. I imagine a file cabinet here and I see him trying to label and file that stuff away.

I didn’t realize it but I wanted him to spit that bitter fruit out.

I was 21 when my oldest was born and 25 when my twins were born and I was not as good a mother then that I am now. Youth is not all it’s cracked up to be.

You and I have had this conversation before. Apparently the women in your area must be done having kids by age 19 or something.
I live in SF Bay Area & had my girls (by choice) at ages 34 & 37. I would venture that I’m average for here. I just turned 40 and get lots of questions about having another. Here, it’s the norm to be older. If you see a mom who is in her 20′s you assume she’s the babysitter or older sibling, not the mom. Cause she’s too young to be the mom.

I think that other kid was an idiot, and you should’ve smacked him in the back of the head because it’s rude to comment on a women’s age at any point in time.
That being said, the best way you can teach Sean that your age is NOT a big deal (cause it isn’t) is to treat it that way. Eventually, he’ll pick up your cue and his response will become, “That’s my mom. *eyeroll* because you are so lame for even thinking that was my g’ma.”

Once you start embarrassing him on purpose there will be no mistaking that you’re his mom.

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I care not one whit about what anyone thinks about me or my appearance. I am fine with me. I am not ready for Sean to be aware of social differences – more/less, rich/poor, young/old, pretty/ugly. Right now he thinks everyone is the same and everyone is fabulous! I want that to last a little longer — that is the bitter fruit, not my age or appearance. ~ AM

Of course, in my eyes you are beautiful and in no way do you look like anyone’s grandmother. But I hear what you’re saying and I know how it must feel. I’m sending you hugs right now.