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Wednesday, December 27, 2023

Age and Parenthood: Why Waiting Might Not Be Worth It

 

Photo by Mikhail Nilov: https://www.pexels.com/photo/a-little-girl-coloring-with-her-grandparents-8307604/


I never thought that I would write an article on this topic but here it goes. I understand that it's perfectly normal to want kids, some might even keep trying to have a kid, or more kids later on in life, when there 50, 70 years old. But at a certain point, you have to put your foot down and tell yourself that enough is enough. Don't worry, I'll explain why.

I can't speak for everyone else, but from my own experience growing up, looking back, I can tell you it wasn't all perfect growing up, with elderly parents, or in my case, mainly one parent. You see, my birth mom died when I was a baby, and I never knew my birth dad. Afterward, my mom's sister, my aunt took me in with her husband, then around the time I was 7, my aunt's husband passed away from cancer. 

It honestly was not fun growing up, watching people in your family pass away left and right, all because your mom had you later in life, well more so, that my aunt took me in when she was in her 60s, and her husband was around 75 at the time. Yes, I'm very grateful that they took me in, but it was very lonely in many ways growing up. 

To start off with, I was an only child, with no siblings, I didn't realize this till I started looking back on my life, after my aunt passed away, who to me was my mom because she raised me, but because of the fact that she was in her 60's when she took me in, and then by the time she passed away, she was 83, by the time I was in my teens, and going into my 20's, her patience was either very little or non at all, when it came to a lot of problems I had growing up. So the only people I had to lean on for emotional support were friends I had in high school, or people I met in my 20s at my jobs, or people who I talked to online, or people I dated, but I basically got the message in my 20's, that I couldn't go to her and cry about things I was feeling or going through at the time. Of course, I got the whole speech, of I should be grateful, because I had a house, car, and a fair amount of money, looking back, in my opinion, people who say that, are basically saying, that they don't care, and don't want to hear it. All of the materialistic stuff doesn't compensate for the emotional support I didn't get from my mom growing up.

What's my point to all of this? If you're going to try to have kids when your 50, 60, or even 70, in my honest opinion, don't. You had plenty of time when you were younger, and if you couldn't have kids of your own biology, you could have adopted, or just accepted it, and found something else to give your life purpose. To me, trying to have kids, when your are that old, is honestly selfish as hell, especially when your 60, 70 years old, that kid will have to grow up, knowing full well, that you may not be there on the day they graduate high school, or even on their wedding day. Yes, my mom, (aunt), was there when I graduated high school, but when I finally got married, by then she passed away. My point? Do you really want to put your child through that? Growing up, and basically watching you die? But because you gave them stuff, they should be grateful? Your basically invalidating their pain. 

On top of the fact, that my entire 20's practically, it was spent taking care of my mom, because of her getting older, having health problems, taking her to the doctor. If I had a child, I wouldn't want to put them through that, them having to take care of me, and basically waste their youth away, their prime years taking care of me. In my opinion, it's selfish, to expect your child to take care of you. 

So please, reconsider having kids later, or putting it off till very late in life, for the child sake. 


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