Time and Tide
Apologies for the lack of recent postings. I've only just realised
it's been six days since I managed to blog. Six whole days. Shameful
contrast to the high watermark of summer, when I set myself a target of
daily postings.
I'd love to blame the downturn on Christmas and being too busy with
shopping and partying to blog. But the truth is I haven't been too well
and have hardly left the flat. I'm also finding I need to put any spare
time into writing my book.
I've been busy reading around the subject of motherhood when not looking after Beanie and working on the book.
Regular readers of this blog might remember I'm a huge fan of Kate Mosse's Becoming a Mother. I liked it so much, I re-read it over the weekend, just to enjoy that feeling of companionship and support again.
I've also been reading Susan Faludi's Backlash - The Undeclared War Against Women,
which has got me energised with anger. She dismisses the infertility
scare stories of recent years as having little or no basis in fact,
blaming them on widespread resentment at women's new-found freedom to
work and decide when (or if) they will have children.
Reading Backlash
reminded how fed up I am with some of the unflattering descriptions
used for women who
have babies after 35. Is it not about time the medical authorities
thought up something less insulting than 'senile primigravida' to
describe a
first-time mother over 35?
I'm also losing patience with hearing healthy, blooming women in their late thirties and early forties described as 'older'.
When are we going to wake up to the fact that women in their
thirties
(and older) are in their prime? These are some of our most
productive and creative years. Calling us 'old' is part of the same
attempt to stigmatise any woman who shows some choosiness about when
and how she has children that also leads to bogus infertility scares
and 'man shortage' stories.
I
don't think of myself as 'old' or even 'older' - and that's because,
looked at in
absolute terms, I'm not. I was older than the average first-time mum
(29) when I had my daughter (at 38). But that doesn't qualify me for the zimmer
frame and slippers quite yet.
Come to think of it, I don't even consider my
mother, an energetic 67-year-old, to be 'old'. Though
she has qualified for a bus pass that Beanie regularly filches from her
handbag.
What do you think is a good substitute for 'old' or 'older' to describe new mums or mums-to-be over 35?
Posted
10 December 2007 12:17