I happened to come across an older article this week written by Karen Day, an NBC reporter who decided along with her husband to have a baby at the age of 53. At the time she had older children but felt the time was right to expand her family. If you are wanting to read this article to support any notions of procreating you might be having, you can click here for your reading pleasure. I noticed that the original article was written in 2007 and I can't find any newer, more recently written articles telling us how everything is going. My best guess is, she is taking a lot of naps now and doesn't have time to write. Then, as my curiosity was up and running rampant, I did a little research and women over 50 are have babies fairly regularly. With all the medical advances to help the cause, it would appear that women's biological clocks keep on ticking...at least a lot longer. In fact, I was able to find a number of articles about 60 year old "new" mommies and YES even a couple of women in their 70s giving birth. Did you hear me???...GIVING BIRTH!!!!
Anyway, the whole idea of me having a baby in my late 50s...OMG the very thought has me ready to vomit...left me with the realization that I am not capable of being a mommy (of little ones, that is) anymore. I think that there aren't enough energy drinks in all of Kansas to help me keep pace with a new baby from birth to college at my age.
The reason I have come to this declaration of "I am too flipping old is this.......
I am a GRANDPARENT. This was clearly proven, beyond a shadow of a doubt, last week when I took my two adorable grandsons for a week so mommy and daddy could take a romantic trip sans their little boys. My grandsons are really nice, well-behaved little guys at the ages of 1.5 and 4. They are adorable. I know you think I am bias and all...but really they are ADORABLE.
The basic problem, as I see it is my lack of stamina to keep up with a one year old and a 4 year old.
It should have been easy-peasy, right? No problem. I managed two children full time when my own kids were kids. The missing link seems to be I was in my 20's. My very early 20's. Now I am not.
Thought #1.... There are Reasons 50+ year olds were never intended to be new mommies.
Thought #2--- Grandparenting is easier and way more fun
I take the role of being Grandma very seriously. It is my JOB to make sure they have fun all the time. It is, also, my job to let them eat total crap. Sugar..sure..no limits. That is what I am here for.
Hugs, kisses, lots of sugar, lots of mac and cheese, grilled cheese and ....french toast with syrup and powdered sugar sprinkled on top. These are the rules. I don't make this stuff up.
Typically, when the two little guys come over and I load them up with sugar and shower them with fun and very few "NOs", I get the glory of handing them back to their parents. At that point, my daughter and her hubby can oversee them while they come down off the sugar high while assuring them that there are limits. (BTW...the response to that is "not at Grandma's house.")
This little setup works perfectly fine for me and Grandpa.
|Note-At Grandma's house, the binky (pacifier) can be used as needed.|
The bouncing baby does not have a blue smile.
Usually, by the time mommy and daddy come and pick up the G-Boys, this is what they look like.
|Notice that the footwear no longer alludes to "high energy and|
So my grand-sweeties are back home and are none the worse for wear after having put up with me for the week. Gosh, my house is so quiet. Crazy, how quiet.
Oh, BTW here is the real grandboys... They are adorable aren't they???
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