If I could count the number of times I’ve been asked that question after revealing that I am the mother of a six and a sixteen year old, it would make me a numerical genius. It’s as if people look at me and assume that I couldn’t possibly have a child that old or feel that I don’t look old enough to have an almost grown child, which of course is furthest from the truth. I am proud to be a mother of a handsome teenaged son and an even more adorable six year old daughter, but I do get tired of that same old question… “so you have a sixteen year old?”
No, I didn’t have my son when I was 12. I was 18, out of high school (I graduated when I was 17), and was in college. Yes, I was very young to have a child but I was a legal adult. And everyday I am thankful that I made the choice to have my son. For me, there was no other option. Now that I am approaching 35 and my son is towering over me with his facial hair and large feet, many assume he is my brother or relative and not my son. I owe this of course to good genes, but do not get it twisted. I am a proud mother who doesn’t hide her age. I love being 34 and putting some youngins to shame. And the part I love most about it all is at 36, my son will be grown and in college and I am still young enough to enjoy it all.
I am not a proponent of having children at 18, however. If either one of my children were to have children at 18, I would probably have a coronary. But what I am saying is that you can have kids and still keep yourself up and still look good and still attract others. Having kids does not mean its the end of the world and you have to give up everything. I still have fun and travel and shop, and entertain, all in moderation.
So yes, I have a 16 year old and I am not ashamed of it one bit. My son, however, does not like the looks I sometimes get when we are out and about but he has gotten used to it.
Can anyone relate?