Saturday, 10 November 2012

Grandchildren or Bust?

My wife and I enjoy being empty nesters. Sure, we love it when the kids come over, but we also love our alone time when they go home again. What an interesting stage of life.

But we are also looking forward to the next stage in life; grandchildren. Unfortunately, our kids don't seem to share the same sense of urgency as we do in this department, or better said, as my wife senses. I am strangely OK without the pitter-patter of little feet; at least at the moment I still am.

My dear wife has an awesome saying that she likes to use to lovingly remind our kids of this need of hers. She says, "I want grandchildren while I am still young enough to know what to do with them." (Yes, I asked her permission to share this nugget). I love that.

It is all good, though. While we joke about it, we would certainly much rather know that our kids timing of right relationships, schooling and employment are also considered before they embark on the responsibilities of parenthood. And out kids know this too.

Wanting grandchildren is just natural. What I don't understand is women who are still having babies into their 50's and 60's while most women already have a handful of grandchildren Am I the only one who thinks that is a bit weird? A case in point is the story of the 65 Year Old Mother of 5 Year Old Twins.

It is one thing to become a grandparent later in life and being too old to know what to do with them, but it's quite another to become a mother and being too old to know what to do with them.

I love the humorous story someone shared with us recently called, "Childbirth at 65."
With all the new technology regarding fertility recently, a 65-year old friend of mine was able to give birth. When she was discharged from the hospital and went home, I went to visit. 
"May I see the new baby?" I asked. 
"Not yet," she said. "I'll make coffee and we can visit for a while first." 
Thirty minutes had passed, and I asked, "May I see the new baby now?" 
"No, not yet," she said. 
After a few minutes had elapsed, I asked again, "May I see the baby now?" 
"No, not yet," replied my friend. 
Growing very impatient, I asked, "Well, when can I see the baby?" 
"When he cries!" she told me. 
"When he cries?" I asked. "Why do I have to wait until he cries?" 
"Because I forgot where I put him, OK?!
Though I am sure it was meant as a joke, it illustrates my wife's humorous point; if we are already forgetting were we leave things like keys and cell phones now, what's to prevent us from forgetting what to do with a newborn grandchild that is presented to us when we are already in our twilight years?

Postscript: The preceding was meant in jest and in no way was intended to convey the notion of absentmindedness in the latter years of life. "Childbirth at 65" story source unknown. Photo Credit: Flickr Creative Commons

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