My next birthday will see me turning forty. And I will have a one year old and an eight year old. If you had told me this fact three years ago, I would have laughed and encouraged to you keep on enjoying whatever you were smoking.
I kid, I kid. But, there are definitely some good things about being an older mom:
– Perspective. I haz it.
– I’ve already done all the “crazy” stuff I wanted to do in my twenties. As my friend, who had her son at 38, said, “Sometimes twice.”
– A fairly well established network of friends and family totake advantage of ask for help.
– A bit more patience, although I’m guessing that might be a purely personal thing.
– A good sense of myself, one that I can honestly say I didn’t have until I hit about thirty, and it’s only gotten better since then.
– Lots of years of pop culture behind me, the better to quote to my son, who has no idea what I’m talking about. But I do, so it’s still fun.
– More financial stability and just a better general knowledge of money and how it works, or in some cases, doesn’t.
– I have the self-confidence to not care what the younger moms think of my gray hair.
– The boobs were already headed in a southerly direction, so not much trauma there.
And, there are some drawbacks as well…