I’m almost 58, had DD (my youngest) at 40. I wouldn’t be without her for anything, but I’ll be honest I was not prepared for my late fifties to look so very different to those who had kids younger.
I have friends across quite a wide age range because of coming late to motherhood, and life now feels like I’m a little bit stuck between the people in their 40s, who still have teenagers, and my friends who are 60, many of whom have children of 30+ and who are getting into the retirement and grandchildren years.
We’re almost in a position to downsize/travel/move overseas, all of which we’d love to do, but are constrained by DD’s needs. It’s not fair for us to up sticks and bugger off and sell her childhood home out from under her when she’s not even finished school, let alone entered a phase of life where she’s independent, happy and settled enough for us to do our own thing without worrying.
But there’s also a feeling that now is our time, the moment we’ve spent decades working for, and we don’t want to waste years when we’re in good health just kind of waiting around in limbo just on the off chance we’re needed. There’s a great deal of conflict, anxiety and guilt swirling around all of this. In the end, she comes first, obviously, but there’s a little bit of acceptance required to reconcile where you feel your life stage should be, and where it actually is!