- I don't regret it in that there was no option to choose to be younger, it had to be older mum or no mum at all. I would definitely prefer to be a younger mother - my second child was born when I was 45 - I feel knackered and concerned about how long I'll be around and fit for my kids. But families face far worse problems than this.
I had my first pregnancy at 16, and was devastated that I didn't get to be a mum then. Soon after I came out as gay, and having children seemed like it would be impossible for me (younger posters - most of you! - might not know that it has only been legal for gay couples to adopt for a few years, and even when I was ttc for dd1 our hospital refused to do any fertility investigations because I am lesbian. Back in the 80s, when I came out, there were of course gay parents but they were few and far between and very much pioneers. Social opinion was that gay parenting was cruel and irresponsible.
By my 30s the social mood was changing and I started thinking seriously about how I was going to do this. I was in a new relationship and we decided to wait awhile longer, so I was 35 by the time we started seriously. It took me 6 years to sort out how to get pregnant and then to actually get pregnant. I never chose to be an older mum, but in the end I was.
Having said that, and generally feeling regretful that I'm not 10 years younger, I'm aware that I'm raising my children in a far more tolerant and welcoming environment than would have been possible 20 or even 10 years earlier. After school today I invited the neighbours' kids over and we spent a happy couple of hours splashing in the paddling pool, then their parents came over for a drink. They are very ordinary (nice!) people in a very ordinary-but-nice suburb. This is not Islington. I don't believe our family could have lived here to happily when I was young, and I'm glad my children experience their community as welcoming.
And, some perspective: my second child is adopted, and though I think it would be nice for her to have a younger mum, when I compare what she has now to what she would have had with her birth family, there is no comparison.
Sorry, that turned out a bit of an epic 