The problems of being an older new mother are not that much different from those of any new mother, if one is in relatively good health. (As mentioned before, there are problems of perception by society--"Are you his grandmother?"--or problems when we get older (or so I imagine) and realize, we might not be there to see our child reach forty.
Right now, the main problem I'm having with my child is that he leaves little paths of destruction everywhere he goes. He can't see anything that's holding something else--bookshelf with books, basket with toys, shelf with various objects--without trying to empty it. A table with plates full of food on it--what a sense of opportunity he must feel when he sees that. Then, there are the stereos, computers, cell phones, PDAs, cameras and all other electronic objects to be manipulated, hit with the palm of his hand, typed on, turned over, and dropped to the floor.
Yes, I feel tired, as I bend over for the thousandth time to pick something up...but I'm not sure I feel older because of it...funnily enough, right at this moment my husband is searching for the TV remote so we can watch a movie (the first one in weeks)--my son probably threw it behind a table or couch. And he (husband) is muttering with a wry smile as he searches, "My son is making my life more challenging in so many ways...it's either making me younger or much, much older."
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