Twins at 56? Great grandma! What
is this lady thinking?
By Beth Teitell
Thursday, November 11, 2004
Not to judge another woman
- OK, to judge another woman:
Is it me, or is that 56-year-old unwed New Yorker
who just gave birth to twins crazy? As a single mom, doesn't she know how the
babies will hamper her future, once so bright?
She can forget taking any more adult-ed clases.
Bye-bye ``learn to tie a scarf like a pro'' and ``Chinese cooking.'' And who has
time for mah-jongg when there are twin tots in need of a diaper change?
And it's not just her lifestyle I'm worried about.
What if she sparks a trend? As the number of births to unwed teenage moms drops,
will we see a spike in babies born to single ``bingo moms''?
They'll probably become a whole new voting bloc,
pushing to get Medicare
to cover prenatal vitamins and urging stroller manufacturers to produce modified
side-by-side strollers/wheelchairs. Picture this: Hovaround motorized chairs with
little U-haul attachments for carriages.
A couple of days before her scheduled C-section,
Aleta St. James told the New York Daily News her age wouldn't be a problem. ``When
you're older,'' she said, ``you have a lot of wisdom. What you lack in energy,
you make up for in wisdom.''
I ran that quote by several older moms. ``A lack
of energy you make up for in bitterness,'' one said. ``That's my theory.''
``Who knew that `golden years' referred to mashed
bananas and Winnie the Pooh's fur?'' she added.
Another wondered how much wisdom one needs during
2 a.m. feedings. ``She might be wise,'' this mom said, ``but she's going to look
like !@#. She better get some good concealer.''
Caring for her children might make her look older
- OK, it will make her look older - but having them will take years
off her . . . reputation.
Here's the theory: If you can still have kids, then
at least your ovaries are young, hence, a one-upmanship on Botox and chemical
peels. ``Isn't she past it?'' ``Nonsense - she's expecting triplets, so how old
can she be?''
Meanwhile, I think her biggest challenge - besides
finding day care at the assisted living facility - will be surviving play dates.
She'll be talking about the latest AARP magazine cover gal and the other moms
will be gossiping about Lindsay Lohan.
If that's not aging, I don't know what is.
And yet, there are pluses: Hearing loss means a
colicky screamfest is but a whispery hiss, and the drama-queen-mama threat of
``You want to pierce what? Do you want to kill me?'' gets a little extra edge
of possibility.