Even though I'm fifty-seven, I have a daughter in sixth grade. She starts her final year of elementary school on Monday. Alisa is the last of my ten children. Watching her grow up has touched my soul in a tender way that only comes at the end of your children's childhood. I'm savoring these sunset days with a singular awareness and gratitude.
Yes, my doctor told me I was too old. Yes, I'd read all the statistics about having children in your forties along with all the possible problems. Yes, the pregnancy was difficult. Yes, I was told my baby would have significant genetic problems. The medical people were wrong. My daughter was born perfectly healthy.
|Janene and Alisa|
God had a gift for me and I chose to receive that gift with faith, trust and deep rejoicing. So to all you women out there who feel too tired or too old to have more children I say, "Leave your options open. You don't know how you will feel a few years down the road. You don't know what message God will whisper in your ear. You don't know what gift God is waiting to give you."