Late Maternal Age

For those of you who have always known me to have auburn, bordering on orange hair, my new look as a blond may be a bit of a shock. Lily's friend recently pointed at it and said "its a wig" and when I disagreed, said "its white" in disgust, reminding me that there's no fooling a 6 year old. Lil has told her teachers that "Marilyn Munro" is her mommy now.
Over the years I have heard many stories of people who have suddenly become ill and their family claims that the persons hair turned white instantly from the stress. I always chalked this up to some poor old soul who had convinced her family that she was still a natural red head at 80 and then got stuck on a ventilator and was unable to touch up her roots. So imagine my shock when my hair started growing in "blond" all of a sudden.
I remember as a child looking at my paternal grandmothers sparse tufts of snow white hair barely covering her pink scalp and thinking that ain't gonna be me sister. What I didn't know at the time, is that I inherited grandmas hair genes while my sisters got the Cindy Crawford hair genes from the other side of the family. Well this required action, because I was not going to be the white haired mom running the kids around in the minivan.
I knew that motherhood in my 50s would come with challenges but I really thought that my mind would be the first to go, not my orange hair. However, Tony and the bumble bees like it, (my hair, not my mind) so I am starting to accept that camouflage is the answer to all things related to aging. And at least its only my body that is mature.
In obstetrics, there is a special risk classification for pregnant women who exceed 34 years of age ...the late maternal age category. Given that I slid by that benchmark a little while ago, and that it is now quite common for mature woman to start families, I think that it is time for a new category, our own identity. So lets get some feedback here. All suggestions will be considered but you must be kind. No geriatric jokes. I was thinking of something like the Boomer Bloomers or Pensioner Parents.
I got to thinking of this while I was making my Walmart list this week:
Flinstone Vitamins
Centrum Silver
Vit D Baby Drops
Tempra
Tylenol arthritis
Metamucil
Huggies Diapers
Onesies
Good Start Formula
Estrogel
Preparation H
Stronger Reading Glasses so I can read the list.

I do wonder how or if Lil and Grace will think differently because of our ages but so far, Lil seems pretty matter of fact about it all. Recently she asked when she could drive the car.

You'll have to learn at 16 so you can drive Mom to the grocery store after she loses her license.
Will you be 100 years old then Mom?
Pretty close Lil.
No biggie Mom.

Its so unfair that men age so elegantly and gravity works against every part of a woman's body. However, Tony got a little taste of reality last night when we were celebrating his birthday at a favorite Italian restaurant.
Ah, you are 29 today, the waiter exclaimed.
He's 56, Lil corrected in a loud voice.
Another restaurant silenced.