While Life in the Boomer Lane has been frittering away her time keeping track of international terrorism and the antics of several unnamed heads-of-state, she has failed to notice a growing trend that poses a distinct threat to all women worldwide: the exploding number of post-50 women who are choosing to give birth.
AARP Magazine, in a piece titled “Last Chance Babies,” explores this scary phenomenon. “In 2013, an average of 13 children were born every week to mothers 50 and older…Births by women ages 50-54 rose by more than 165 percent from 2000-2013.” In other words, while most women over age 50 are becoming grandparents, many others are becoming parents.
Those women who paid their dues decades before age 50, and assured the continuance of the Homo Sapiens line, may be a bit perplexed as to why these women chose the path they did. The article poses some answers:
My husband wanted (more) children. While LBL is all in favor of doing whatever she can to meet the needs of Now Husband, a request like “Gosh, you had three kids with Then Husband. I’d love for us to have a child together,” would probably be met with the same response as “I’d love for us to experience life in a cave, in which we make our own clothing, hunt animals for dinner and play homemade musical instruments to amuse ourselves in the evening.”
Having a baby at this age keeps me young. Let’s face it. We all want to stay young as long as we can, and the advent of cosmetic surgery and Photoshop has made this goal, at least in appearance, seem possible. The truth may differ a bit. LBL had her first two children in her twenties. She was energetic to a fault. She carried her still-not-walking 12-month-old Long-Awaited First Son up and down steps, while she was hugely pregnant with her next, Beloved Daughter. But by the time her Always-Her-Baby was born, when she was in her mid-thirties, her energy level had changed. The first two dined on all organic homemade food. The third was encouraged to eat whatever other kids left at the playground.
The first crop of kids are grown and gone. Unlike these women, LBL believes that it is entirely possible to raise children, see them off into the wild blue yonder, and have no desire to replace them with more humanoids to have 100% responsibility for. If she wants to change diapers, chase toddlers, and wipe never-ending runny noses, she visits her grandchildren. Like library books, they provide her with all the joy she needs. And when she is finished, she can return them in a timely fashion.
Career building has been completed. LBL respects those women who choose to focus on their careers, rather than raising a family. Many celebs and high-powered execs are members of this group. Their reward for decades of hard work and the ensuing monetary payoff is to then start second careers as moms. They can then afford professionally-designed nurseries and baby clothing, nannies, and whisk their babies off to all corners of the planet for gala educational experiences. They can also drone on about the 24/7 joy of having produced the world’s most perfect children. LBL thinks about these women and throws mental spitballs in their direction. Large, juicy mental spitballs.
Even women post-60 are jumping on the Mommy bandwagon. The oldest recorded birth is age 70, by Rajo Devi in India. Ms Devi could not be reached for comment on this post, as she is using all of her energy to stay alive until her child graduates from elementary school.
No matter what opinions one may have about motherhood post-50, the fact is that it is happening more and more. Older women use their own frozen eggs, use other women’s eggs, use whatever eggs are on sale at the supermarket. They go to other countries, with more flexible age parameters. They receive as much medical care as exists. They are intentional about getting pregnant, and they do so. They know the risks and they go forward anyway.
One post-50 mom, Sarajean Grainson says, “I would do it all over again. Technology and God will take you out of menopause.”
With all due respect to the downside of menopause, LBL believes this might be a slightly extreme way to avoid it.
Eileen Adickes
January 15, 2015
I laughed so much that “you know what” happened. Thanks for such a hearty laugh this morning.
Life in the Boomer Lane
January 16, 2015
You are welcome, Eileen. I peed when I read the AARP article, but it was from fear of the thought of that being me.
lbeth1950
January 15, 2015
Did these women have early-onset Alzheimer’s? I’ve had nightmares about being pregnant now. Imagine waiting up for a teenager running wild at 78. I’d be praying for death!
Life in the Boomer Lane
January 16, 2015
I can’t imagine any of this. I applaud grandparents who step in and help to raise grandchildren (or who raise them alone). But to choose this…..
Kate Crimmins
January 15, 2015
I never had children and chose to marry someone (late in life when everyone was grown up including me) with children. I went directly to being a grandparent. Personally, it’s perfect. They wiz in and (when they wiz to much) wiz back out again. I get the fun part and the parents pick up the hard and messy parts. Love the title!
Life in the Boomer Lane
January 16, 2015
Thanks, Kate. I always tell Now Husband that he acquired children and grandchildren without ever having to have changed one single diaper. What a feat.
PrairieChat
January 15, 2015
Husbands end up wearing diapers too. What is tragic is when the man’s identity in all tied up in “hunter/gatherer”. The onset of the “diaper” stage leaves them purposeless and impotent.
Life in the Boomer Lane
January 16, 2015
It’s so sad for anyone who goes through that. The same happens with chronic illness.
wordsfromanneli
January 15, 2015
I could write a book with all I want to say about this, but I’ll spare you.
Life in the Boomer Lane
January 16, 2015
And I’m sure it would have been well worth reading.
janeydoe57
January 15, 2015
Thanks for the laugh out loud; great way to start the morning! My favorite bit was the response to the husband wanting a child!
Life in the Boomer Lane
January 16, 2015
You are welcome, Jane, and thanks for the comment.
btg5885
January 15, 2015
Renee, I am not sure what they are smoking to believe the misconception about staying young by having babies at this age. That is one of the joys of being grandparents – you can have fun with your grandchildren and let their parents do the heavy lifting. Those late nights will wear you out.
Of course, I have kids that range from 17 to 23, so I am still being a parent at a different level. Right now, although the body aches for reasons I cannot remember, I am sans diapers, so I view that as a good thing. All the best, BTG
Life in the Boomer Lane
January 16, 2015
Agreed, BTG. The body naturally breaks down no matter what is going on in our lives. My back aches like crazy after I’ve been with my grandchildren all day. By bedtime, Advil is my best friend.
Lorna's Voice
January 15, 2015
Well, this takes the cake! There aren’t enough people in the world already? There’s a reason women’s reproductive years stop. We’re not supposed to keep birthing babies. The earth and our grown-up children sure aren’t going to support us!
Life in the Boomer Lane
January 16, 2015
Good point, Lorna. I just hope these women have made some serious arrangements for the care of their children in the event they become unable to do so.
charrie11
January 16, 2015
Reblogged this on Senior Moments & Quality Living.
Life in the Boomer Lane
January 16, 2015
Thanks for the reblog!
Musings, Rants & Scribbles
January 16, 2015
I don’t get the desire to procreate past 50. When my kids were college-aged (they’re older now), I can’t imagine turning to my husband and saying, “Let’s start another!” Maybe it would’ve been a good Candid Camera moment.
Life in the Boomer Lane
January 17, 2015
Or for entry into a mental institution.
valentinelogar
January 17, 2015
What the hell? Who would do this?? Are they stupid? Dementia?
Life in the Boomer Lane
January 18, 2015
Wait, you mean you wouldn’t like to keep procreating for the rest of your life?
Sherrie
January 23, 2015
Our only revenge for our children messing up our lives is having grandchildren so they can mess up their parents lives.
Life in the Boomer Lane
January 23, 2015
Terrible thought. And funny.