IF I was to have gotten pregnant before I got married I would have shamed my famliy (not saying that about anyone else who gets pregnant before they get married) its just the way my family is! My dad would have not allowed us to even have a wedding or such. It would have not been a good situation for me at all!!!!!! NOT to mention what my dad would have done to my OH!!! YIKES!!!
NOW for the young part........I was 21 and my OH was 19 when our first was born. HE was SOOOOOO planned! We waited 5 months after we got married to start trying and got pregnant the first month! While being young parents is not for everyone for us it worked and we wanted a child so bad! We had our second at me 24 and OH 22. Our second ended up having Down SYndrome. At the time I owned my own bussiness which allowed for the weekly Dr visits and being in the hospital several times! SO looking back I would not have changed having my babies so young! I also want to be able to enjoy my Grandchildren and not be 50 or 60 by the time I get my first!
Ahem. (And please take this as it's meant: from an older sister. I'm not being mean or critical. I just want you to think.)
Fifty is so far from old it's ridiculous.
And you could very well be seventy five depending on how old YOUR child is when they have their own kids. You have no control over that.
How old do you perceive fifty to be?
I have two brothers, both over the age of 55. One of them is a certified black belt and is a karate instructor for his fellow officers employed at the Federal Prison in Memphis, Tennessee. The other one rides his mountain bike in the Cascade Mountains in upstate Washington, north of Seattle. My sister, who runs MARATHONS (it's not my fault she's nuts!) and is FORTY-EIGHT, would completely disagree with you! As for me, I'm a few days shy of 38, and can pass my military PT test with higher scores than my colleagues who are ten years my junior - and with less effort. Believe me - I've tested with them and it's almost embarrassing. For them.
In 1973, my mother gave birth to me at age 39. Weird back then. My dad was 44. Also weird. My brother had his own daughter 3 years later (Mom was pregnant at his high school graduation - I still get kidded about that). Very weird, even now.
Funny thing is, I never remember FEELING weird that my parents were older. I never felt they were "holding me back" or that they were "struggling to keep up". Oh, heck no. On the contrary. I was the youngest in a family ridiculously (for the times) older than I. All I could think about was when I'D be old enough to not be the youngest. I'm learning that will never happen - my almost-fifty year old sister actually asked me, "how old do you think you are, anyway?" the other day - WHAT? I guess still not old enough!!
(My comeback was - "watch it - I'm far enough behind I just might outlive all you jokers." Sort of metered their amusement at my expense for a while!)
My mother is now 76. I just started thinking of her as "old" about six months ago. It's scary as hell, too - but I bet I feel no differently about it than my oldest brother does.
What the heck is wrong with being fifty? Or sixty? Believe this: the older you get, the younger those ages look.
This is when I'm going to play my age and experience card and say "call me in fifteen years or so when you're forty and tell me again how old fifty looks".
When people would tell my dad (who passed away in 2005; he'd be EIGHTY-ONE if he were living) he was getting old, he'd half-jokingly tell them, "That's fine, but I made it, and you're still hoping."
The older I get - and the older I will continue to get - the more wisdom evident in the statement.
Call me in fifteen years. Just be gentle - I'll be FIFTY-THREE.
Age is two things: it's a number, and it's relative. Believe you're old at forty and you'll be dead before you're fifty - if not in body than in spirit, which can be just as important. Look in the mirror like I do every day and think, "38? WHAT? There's got to be a mistake somewhere 'cuz I neither feel it nor look it" and you'll live to be ninety, like my grandmother. And I'm OK with that.
Buzz me.