Having Kids Later in Look Life
People who know me know that I've been married since 2010 and my husband and I were both 30, going on 31 that year. Most also know that we first considered adoption before moving to surrogacy. What many MIGHT not know is that Jr. Mintz is donor conceived….on both sides through a donated embryo. And we went through four transfers before he came along. We’re very grateful for our donors’ help and became parents when we were 39 (well, I already had my 39th birthday when my son was born but Adam was still 38…below is a picture of my son and me, takein a few years ago). That was almost five years ago. I’ll talk more about the donor conception thing in a future post.
With school starting up again soon, I sometimes feel old compared to the other parents who are what I consider “full out millennials.” My husband and I, on the other hand, are Xennials, born in the closing years of Generation X but well before VCRs were in every home. I don’t feel less fit than other moms, but I just don’t think we’re necessarily part of the same generation. Many of the parents had cell phones (flip or brick) in high school. I got my first phone just before I graduated and that was early!
I’d love to have more mom friends, and my son’s friends’ moms from his previous school were very nice. And I think some were actual closer to my age or even my age, especially if they had older children. It’s not uncommon for people in my circle to have kids after 35. But still, I feel out of touch with those who are in their mid-30s. 10 years makes a big difference.
I’m considering using this Substack as a place to openly discuss navigating through life as an “older” mom and maybe my fellow readers would like to share THEIR experiences. As in, if you’re a Baby GenXer/Xennial like me, do you feel that you fit in with Millennial aged moms? Or maybe even GenZ if you happen to live in a region where people have kids very young. I’m part of a Facebook group of Xennials where some are GRANDPARENTS. I can’t really fathom the thought of being a grandmother in my early-mid 40s. It’s just…so young.