Having a baby at 40 was definitely a shock to my system, but the 45 year old husband took it all in his stride, he wasn’t a first time parent like me and it definitely showed.
Especially the day I phoned the midwife to ask ‘should I be able to see arms on this scan picture?’ yes, I was that pathetic!
After a traumatic birth we were soon well and ‘mother & son’ went home.
We had a fab time with our boy, although my husband does look quite grey on this picture:
The first few years flew by and pre-school was soon upon us.
A two minute walk to school was perfect for us, but the thought of being the oldest mum in the playground did bother me. I soon discovered I absolutely wasn’t alone age wise, I probably was the oldest, but there were plenty of mums not far behind me.
Our boy quickly made friends, and after living a fairly quiet existence in our new house I too found a network of good friends, everything was going great.
And then Dad went to pick him up….
Waiting in the courtyard for the children to come out, the only Dad on the day, and here they come one by one. our boy waves to Dad as the teacher says,
“Oh, here’s your Grandad!”
I can only say that even now (actually yesterday) 11 years on, my husband still says, ‘I never liked that pre-school teacher’.
Have you ever presumed something and been wrong?