If you haven't already heard, the infamous Jackson clan has revealed that a new cute, cuddly, and probably musically-inclined baby will make it's debut later this year. Janet Jackson has announced that she is pregnant. This baby will be the first for Janet and her husband of four years, Wissam Al Mana.
Sometimes I think when we exchange those little glances and giggles about our dear old loved ones -- even when they show us glimpses of brilliance -- the joke is really on us. Maybe when we reach the age of "old," in between the crazy babbling and the far-off stares, we know exactly what we're doing, and what we're teaching.
A large new international study suggests the link between parental age and autism risk is more complicated than we knew. Of
Being older parents has its benefits, which is that we get love, affection and snuggles from our children well into our 50s while everyone else we know is packing their kids off to college. However no one warned me that when my daughter turned 13 she'd become a cat.
For years, I have stared down anyone who dared suggest that I was too old to parent. My husband and I went into adoption with our eyes wide open. The German woman, though? Yeah, she gives me pause. Never being too old to love a child isn't the same as never being too old to parent one.
That house brought together my father and mother's families. As a child, my parents brought me back there so often that even now, the thought of that old house triggers in me the smell of my grandfather's old workshop or the feel of the old rusty fence that ran behind the chicken coop.
While being an older parent has it perks -- like being more settled in your career and life, in general -- it also poses unique challenges, especially when it comes to money.
It seemed like an ordinary night. There were no harbingers of doom -- a murder of black crows on the telephone wires outside, a vanity mirror broken jaggedly down its center. No, all was as it usually was.
As I look at myself today, I see a man with different priorities than I had as a young parent. The things that I once thought mattered, no longer matter to me, as my materialistic desires seem to have faded away... except that I want the best, state-of-the-art golf clubs. My priorities have changed significantly.
Cupcakes with pink and blue frosting curlicues imitating sperm (a nod to the party's missing guest) and mini quiches (because it only makes sense to pay homage to "eggs" at a sperm donor fete) rounded out a menu for guests who helped my cousin choose a father, err... a donor.
We're not getting any younger -- neither are our parents. The older we get, the more we grow concerned about how old they're getting, and with that comes worry about 'what to do with mom and dad.'