5.30.2013

The Real "Problem" with Older Moms

It is such a problem being an older mom! Having babies after age 35 sucks. If I could give you a piece of advice, it would simply be this: don't do it! Here are reasons why~



1. Older moms are career obsessed. Why would any child want to have a positive female role model raising them? Smarts, drive, success, passion for something you love? Who wants to learn all those things by example?

2. Older moms have lots of money. Too much money, in fact, after so many childless working years. They might tend to spoil their children with all this extra money they have lying around.

3. They are too old and stiff to play on the floor with their kids. Everyone knows that younger moms make better playmates.

4. They are super uncool and so out of touch with current media and trends. You know what they said in the 1960s: "Don't trust anyone over 30!" That still applies today.

5. Not everyone can live in New York. It's true. Moms in New York are actually considered young if they are under 40, according to my friend Anna of Random Handprints. If you are planning on being an older mom, you should move to New York so you can feel young.

Okay, okay, I'm being facetious here, and I actually can't think of any other ridiculous reasons not to have a baby in your 30's and 40's.

But England can. There is a new ad campaign making a buzz today. It is a picture of a 40-something reporter dressed to look like a 70 year old pregnant mom. Take a look.


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The purpose of this ad is to make women consider having babies at a younger age. Excuse me, what? Consider it?

I considered it a lot in my twenties and thirties. I considered it so much that it made my uterus hurt. I wanted nothing more than to be a mom. If I could have planned it the way I really wanted it, I would have been married at age 24 and popping out babies by age 25.

But that's not exactly the way it worked out for me. Or millions of other women for that matter.

I am sure that there are women who purposely delay having babies so they can build a career, make money, and feel ready. Nothing wrong with that. If everyone would wait until they are ready to have a baby, we would have a lot less issues in health care, in education, and in society in general.

On one hand, I can see the purpose of this ad. The older parents are when they conceive, the more problems they tend to have - fertility issues, miscarriages, still births, children born with birth defects, Down Syndrome, and the higher likelihood of an Autism diagnosis down the road - among other issues - all of which potentially drive up health care and education costs for the public.

From a short conversation on my Facebook page, it's clear that many women simply didn't have the luck of the draw, so to speak, to plan when they had their babies. I know I didn't. I married Hubby when we were 31, and we experienced fertility issues. I didn't plan on ever having a baby over the age of 40, but I was blessed with one.

The harder having a baby is when you're older, some would say you appreciate it more, you are more ready for the challenges of becoming a parent. Do I worry about not being around for my sons' graduations and weddings and babies? Absolutely. But there's not much I can do about that other than take care of myself and hope I'm healthy in 20 years.

Do I think older moms are better than younger moms? Depends on the person, really. My twenty year old hairdresser is probably one of the best moms I've ever talked to, confident and secure and doing everything she can for her baby.

I've known women who have gotten pregnant out of wedlock and given up their babies. I've known women who have had abortions. I've known moms who married and had babies in their early twenties, and I've known moms who have had their first baby at age 42.

And do you know what the problem is with all of these moms, not just the older ones? We allow society to make us feel guilty for our choices, whether they are ones we have consciously made or ones that were made for us by default.

Being older or younger.

Natural childbirth or drug assisted.

Breast or bottle feeding.

Co-sleeping or crying it out.

Potty training earlier or later.

Cloth or disposable diapers.

Private or public school.

Sports or academics.

And the list just goes on and on and on.

We all do the best we can. Sometimes we have all the information and sometimes we go with our gut. Sometimes we still get it wrong and sometimes we find success.

This ad didn't bother me at all. I didn't purposely choose to be an older mom. And yes, I faced infertility, miscarriages, and medical conditions with my children.

But I'm handling it, and I have the good fortune to have a partner who is handling with me.

One comment that came up over and over on the Facebook discussion was that the moms wouldn't trade all they'd been through - the loss, the problems, the pain and heartbreak that sometimes comes with being an older mom. The bottom line is that most moms see their children as blessings no matter their age or abilities or how much it took for us to get them, whether we birthed them, adopted them, or foster them.

If this ad was meant to "guilt" women into anything, I say, don't let it. Don't let guilt be a problem for moms of any age.

I think we're all doing just fine. Don't you?



5.27.2013

Around the Pond with the Frog~Week Ending 5/27/13




Here's what went on at kissing the frog last week:

Monday was my birthday. I talked about rain and getting older and how that doesn't necessarily make me sad.

My Huffington Post Mother's Day post made it all the way to IVillage Australia (kind of jealous it got there before I did).

I have a poignant portrait of our family after Joey's loss on Mamalode.

Things that made me smile:




 
 
 
 
Finally, some wonderful Memorial Day posts to share:
 
 
However those of you in the US choose to spend your Memorial Day, I hope it is filled with lots of fun and happiness, perhaps a bit of prayer for those who serve our country, and some reflection for our lost loved ones.
 

 



5.11.2013

Around the Pond with the Frog ~ Week Ending 5/12/13





It was kind of quiet around the homepond this week. Besides my awesome I Just Want to Pee Alone Giveaway (you can still enter here until Wednesday - go, I'll wait), I went visiting a couple other places.

I was at Her View From Home sharing lessons learned from the journey to motherhood.

I was on Huffington Post Parents talking about what I've learned about motherhood now that I've lost a child. You can find my past Huffington Post articles in my author archive.

I sent my mom this e-card for Mother's Day because, well, it's true:




Blogs that made me smile this week:




Stuff I loved on Facebook and Twitter:

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
One of my favorite bloggers, Robyn from Hollow Tree Ventures, has started a Facebook fan page for her sharply clever blog series, As the Dollhouse Turns. Go "like" it so you can know as soon as she makes another episode. Go - now! You'll thank me later.
 
I wrote a dorky poem for you, but then I saw that Bethany from Bad Parenting Moments did it so much better, so I'm going to direct you to hers.
 
 
 
 
XOXO Mommies! Hope you all get exactly what you want for Mother's Day!!
 
 

5.10.2013

Why Can't I Shower Alone (And a Giveaway!)

I can't say I'm a morning person or a night owl. By default of Motherhood, I'm actually both. I've always loved to stay up late at night watching t.v. or reading or getting chores done when it's quiet and no one's around to bother me.

But little people like to rise early, so the sleep that once took me until 10:00 a.m. on a Saturday no longer happens. I can't even sleep that late when Hubby and I go away together and are in a quiet, dark hotel room.

Those Littles have screwed up my internal clock for good.

Now it seems that my problem definitely is staying up too late and not getting up early enough to get anything done - namely showering. I always seem to be trying to squeeze one in during the day sometime. But since I have a five-year-old at home with me for part of the day and a one-year-old home with me all day, timing a shower can be tricky business.



I'm not an in and out shower-er. Sometimes I can get clean pretty quickly; but more often than not, it's been so long since I've showered that I need to perform a really thorough clean.

And this is the tricky part, because while I am doing that, the little ones get into all kinds of mischief. I make them follow me up to the bathroom with a toy or a game because I want to be able to keep my eye on them while I am in the shower (and they can keep their eyes on me since we have a glass shower door), but somehow they never end up playing with said toys or games.

So I hop into the warm shower and stand in the stream letting it warm my skin. I just get a good lather going in my hair when -

"Mommy!? Will you wipe my bottom?"

For Pete's sake, didn't he see me get in the shower?

"Hey, Bud, you'll either have to wipe your own bottom or wait until Mommy's out of the shower."

"I'll just wait."

Of course. And I used way too much shampoo, and I can't rinse it out fast enough.

In the meantime, the one year old is dropping the snacks from his bowl one by one into the tub.

"Let's leave the snacks in the bowl, okay Baby E?"

The little shit looks right at me, smiles, and dumps the whole bowl into the tub.

Add that to my list of things to do during nap time.

"Are you done showering yet mom?" Yes, the five-year-old is still waiting on the toilet.

"Can't you just wipe your own bottom? There's hardly ever anything there anyway."

"Ew, no, Mom, I want you to."

I soap up my body and figure I'll exfoliate my feet some other time. My heels don't look that bad, do they? A little lotion and they'll be decent enough for flip flops, right?

"Okay, well I'm trying to hurry."

The one-year-old crawls in the tub and starts jumping on the crackers. They crunch easily since he has his shoes on (he has to have his shoes on first thing in the morning or he will follow me around repeating, "Shoes? Shoes?").

"No, Baby E, get out of the tub. You're going to fall and hurt yourself!" (I figure he doesn't care about the crackers anyway.)

Maniacal laughter and more jumping.

"MOM!? Are you done YET? I need you to wipe my bottom!"

I don't really need to shave my other leg, do I? Maybe I'll just shave a fourth of the way up since I'm wearing capris today anyway.

"Baby E, what are you doing with my phone? Baby E, put my phone back on the counter." Damn, I thought I pushed it far enough back so he couldn't reach it. And why can't I seem to get this one long hair by my ankle bone? Is that a mutant hair made of steel or what?

And the phone goes in on top of the crackers.

"MOM!? I'm missing Scooby-Doo! Wipe. My. Bottom!"

"I AM ALMOST DONE! CAN'T YOU JUST WIPE IT YOURSELF?!?!?"

The toilet flushes. Finally, the kid caught on.

"Mom! I flushed my poop because it was getting really stinky."

I run the conditioner quickly through my hair and let the 562 stray hairs flush toward the drain. "Okay. One more minute."

"Baby E, get out of my makeup bag. Put Mommy's makeup bag back on the counter. Okay, put the cap back on that eyeliner."

Crap, is there no dry towel in this entire bathroom?

"Why are you going in my closet? Come here Baby E."

"Mom, you're done! I heard the water turn off. Now will you wipe my bottom?"

"JUST A MINUTE! Baby E, put down that Toms wedge. Those are my favorite shoes. No, not the eye liner!"

The shoes, makeup, and baby are rescued just in time; but I still can't find a dry towel, and I am freezing.

I finally wipe Lil' C's bottom. Just as I suspected - no poop on the toilet paper.

"Why couldn't you just . . .oh, never mind!"

Lil' C skips off as I come around the corner to see Baby E pumping lotion into the tub on top of the crackers. This is when I need Calgon to come and take me away.

At least now I am out of the shower and I can police the Littles more closely. I make a note to myself for the 7,582nd time to get up earlier and shower before they are awake, or while Hubby is still home.

Yesterday, though, I saw my chance to have a shower alone. I could shave! I could exfoliate! I might even be able to deep condition! Lil' C was at preschool and Baby E was down for his nap. I did a bell kick and headed for the bathroom.

And that's when I heard the doorbell.

Ignore it, just ignore it. They'll go away.

But something told me to answer it.

"Hello, ma'am, we're from the roofing company. We just wanted to let you know that we'll be up on your roof fixing your skylight today."

That would be the skylight in my bathroom.

Sigh.

I guess when you're a mom, you truly can never shower alone.

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5.08.2013

Lessons from My Journey to Motherhood



I've been thinking a lot this week about my journey to becoming a mother. There was a time when all I wanted was to be able to celebrate Mother's Day - as the Mother. It seemed to take forever for me to get there.

Along the way, I was just sure I was the only one having fertility issues, the only woman who'd ever lost a baby, the only woman who was sad and struggling.

As is my M.O. a lot in life, I refused to talk about it with anyone, staying silent in my misery and avoiding people - especially my friends with children - like the plague.

But what I've learned since becoming a mother, is that everyone has her own story of how she got there. Nothing about how one becomes a mother is ever completely easy. There are unplanned teen pregnancies and decisions to be made about abortion, adoption, or acceptance.

There are struggles to get and stay pregnant - surgeries and procedures and bed rest.

There are birth plans that don't go as planned, there are emergency C-sections, there are exhaustion and depression and surprises we weren't ready for.

Every woman has her story.

I'm at Her View From Home today sharing a part of mine. Please head over and join me.


 
 

5.01.2013

Mother's Day: The Best Things in Life are Free

I love the month of May! The flowers are in bloom, the weather is pleasant, and two of my favorite days fall nearly a week apart: Mother's Day and my birthday. Hubby has dubbed May "The Month of Kathy" (I love that even more!).

True to the predictability of my personality, I always ask for the same thing for Mother's Day. Is it diamonds? You ask.

Nope, got some of those.

Is it a new spring wardrobe?

Nah, I'm trying to lose a little weight first.

It must be a spa day then!

Nope, not even that.

What I ask for every single year is something practically free for my family:

I want a day during which I do not have to clean up the kitchen.



I am so completely serious. Cleaning the kitchen is probably my most hated household chore. It has to be done, like, 6 times a day - more if you live at my house.

First of all, I cannot stand a dirty kitchen. One of my friends once said, "If there are no crumbs, how do you know you're standing in your kitchen?"

The kitchen is the hub of most homes; it certainly is ours. Not only are meals and snacks eaten there, but homework is done there, Legos and puzzles and art projects are completed there. It is the gateway to the backyard and the thoroughfare to the front. The computer is there and a t.v. is there and everyone hangs out there.

Because Mommy is there. And they want to be near Mommy.

But the funny thing is, Mommy doesn't really want to be there. She wants to be in the backyard pushing someone on the swing. She wants to be in the basement building the coolest, twistiest train track with someone. She wants to be pushing someone in the stroller down to the park. She wants to be taking a bike ride in the sunshine with someone.

So, that is what I do for a day. Hubby takes us out to brunch, he grills something in the evening, and Mommy plays all day with her kids because that is what she wants to do.

I don't get to do this very much anymore. Life gets in the way. School projects and ball games and laundry and grocery shopping and cleaning - it all still needs to get done sometime, right? But for one day, I don't. I enjoy my children because I know, after losing one of my children to cancer, that life is way too short to not take a day - to use my free pass - to just play. All. Day. Long.

So I never ask for flowers or wine or manicures or clothes. I ask for time. It's a pretty cool gift. And it only costs some hugs and kisses and a whole lot of smiles. Mostly mine.






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