I came across a really fascinating story the other day.
“I find it incomprehensible that women over forty choose to become mothers. What do they think of it, and why do they need it?
They have already raised children, and their adult offspring will also be aware of their parents’ extramarital affairs. Why don’t they think about how their friends and parents will make fun of them? Will the youngster attend first grade with the grandmother? Later on, their infant would feel very ashamed!
What’s most intriguing is how common this style of thinking is. Here is one further instance of such an idea.
Do women over forty not realize that parenthood is no longer a viable option for them? As youngsters, my spouse and I experienced the loss of our parents, and our offspring have never laid eyes on their grandparents. The husband’s bosses informed him that the death certificate he had taken to work was actually that of his grandmother. In my opinion, parents intentionally ruin their lives when they have a child at this age.
One could classify such an opinion as ambiguous. On the one hand, it appears like everyone who is against late childbirth is 100% correct. But in the end, they were brought into this world by birth, and their parents also loved and looked after them. And in the event that they chose to abort their child? If so, does that mean that they would cease to exist entirely?
I had an intriguing experience one day.
I had a friend in school who I got along well with. She was an amazing individual. In the eleventh grade, this girl previously relocated to our school. She was the family’s eldest kid. Her mother was one of those elderly women who put off having a child till far later in life; she gave birth at the age of thirty-seven. In addition, the girl’s mother gave birth to a younger sibling around the age of 41 after turning forty. Since the majority of the moms in our class had their first kid at the age of nineteen, this family didn’t follow the typical trend.
The mother of my friend was a happy lady who loved everyone around her. She was so patient and lovely. She struck me as a truly amazing lady. And, to tell the truth, the greatest person I know.
She spent a great deal of time speaking with her kids and their friends. She was always willing to assist us. She consistently planned get-togethers and refreshments for us during the times when our mothers rested after work and didn’t have the energy to spend with their kids. And the primary difference was that.
And why should kids be embarrassed of a mother like that? Conversely, we were all truly and politely envious of them, as they had the most amazing mother on the planet. Furthermore, none of us would even dare refer to her as an elderly woman. Her age was completely irrelevant to us because she made everyone feel so good.
I was certain, at nineteen, that a lady forty years old was an elderly woman. But having reached my own forty years old, I saw how foolish I was at the time. And with a great deal of affection, too. I believed it because I was a pretty impressionable person, but I’ve already outgrown my impressionable years.
Now, I’m positive that a woman’s financial situation has a greater influence on when she gives birth than her age. A woman ought to put off having children until she is emotionally and financially ready.
