Having babies at in your fifties
Boy, I just can't get over that lady who, at nearly 60 years old, just delivered twins. And get this, she actually paid big bucks to make it happen--restretching those stretch marks, puking on new territory, fraying those barely healing nerves once again, and getting up in the middle of the night not only because you need to pee and dry off from your hot flashes, but because you need to feed two babies. God bless her. Better her than me is all I can say. But what happens to the kids as she gets older? My 10 year old freaks out enough that I'm more gray and wrinkly than her peers' parents at those PTA meetings, these twins will be escorting their mom to Portfolio Sharing Day bracing herself on a walker. She'll be unable to chaperone for those field trips to the zoo without changing her Depends. She'll have to watch their highschool graduations from her nursing home bed. And I doubt if she'll ever revel in their weddings. As much as I love having children, I'm wondering if this is all fair to them. Whaddya think?