Mom was 36.
I was #7 of 10.
I’m the eighth of nine kids. My dad was 26 when my oldest brother was born, my mom was 23.
By the time I was born, my dad was 39, my mom 36.
But my younger brother came along over seven years later. By that time my father was 46, and my mom was 43.
20 years (actually 20 years and six months) between the youngest and oldest. Damn long time to be raising kids if you ask me. My granddaughter was born when I was 46, the age my dad was when my brother was born. I can’t imagine having a child in diapers at my age (now 48). Way too much work!
Mom was 23, nearly 24, when she had me; I’m the oldest of five. For my four younger brothers, she was: 26, 27, 32 and 33.
I heard from all my brothers today (save the youngest) and my Dad … but I really missed hearing my Mom call to say happy birthday to me.
I was 29 when I had my first child (and 34 albeit with two weeks to 35 when I had my second. :)).
Mom was married at 22 when she married my dad (23); 27 when she had me; and 32 when they divorced.
Her life was moving in spans of 5 years for a while. So was dad’s, I guess. 
It’s amazing how different those ages seem when you put them into the context of your own life. Obviously my parents always seem so much older than me, but I was just looking at baby pictures of myself and I realized that my parents in those pics were younger than I am now (29).
Happy
My mum was 36 when she had me, and her mum was 35 when she had her. I’ve broken the chain.
Mom was 24 years and about 7 and 1/2 months old when I was born. I was the first of her four kids.
She was 25 when she had me and 29 for my brother. My dad was 24 and 28.
My mother was about a year and one week short of her 6th birthday when she had me.
::Pause for effect::
Oh…did I mention she was born on February 29th—About 23 years before I was? 
My mom was two months shy of her 40th birthday when she had me.
My parents were married for 5 years before I came along. She’d been told that, because of various “female” reasons, she would probably never get pregnant.
It’s ironic – back in those days it was practically unheard of for a woman to have her first child at such an “old” age. Accordingly, I was the only kid I knew who had “old” parents, and it horribly embarrassed me at times.
My mother was 35 when I was born. She was 37 when my brother was born.
I was embarrassed by “old” parents, too, for a while as a young child. Then I got to the point where I thought it was kind of cool.
I’m the third of four, (which explains the screen name, BTW) but second family for my dad.
My mom was 35, nearly 36, and my dad was a few weeks short of 51 when I was born. My little brother came along 2-and-a-half years later.
There was enough age gap between the two groups of kids that we grew up with our nieces and nephews.
My parents were 23 when I was born. They had been married nearly three years at the time. My only sibling is a brother born three years after me.
My mother was 32 when she had me. My oldest brother is about 12 years older so she started around 20 years of age, I am the youngest of 5. She thinks she had a couple miscarriages in there which could have made me the youngest of seven, I could have had two more siblings to hate me for being the youngest!
I’m the youngest of six, but both of my parents were married before.
So from my mom’s first marriage:
She had just turned 21 when my oldest sister was born
Then from my dad’s first marriage:
He was 28 when my next oldest sister was born
and 30 when my oldest brother was born
Then they got married in November 1972, when my dad was 33, and my mom was 31.
My brother was born almost nine months to the day, the day before my mom’s birthday. She turned 32 the next day. My dad was still 33.
My sister was born in April 1975. My mom was 33, and my dad 35.
Then there’s me. I’m the youngest. My mom was 39 and my dad 41.
So there’s an 18 year difference between my sister and me.
-Lil
My mother was 26 and my father 33. My sister was 4-1/2 years older and born in 1918.
Mom and Dad were both 41 (almost – Dad’s birthday is two days after mine). I’m the youngest of five; the rest were born when mom was 27, 28, 31, and 34 repectively. The parents met in Switzerland after the war (Dad’s American, Mom’s Dutch), and Mom had been married before, but lost her husband in the war (maybe – she thought her son was dead too, but he showed up…)
My mother was twelve days past her twenty-fourth birthday when she had me. My father was exactly four weeks past his twenty-third. They were married when she was twenty and he was nineteen.
WWII put a serious crimp in my partents marriage plans, so they did not get married for several years after deciding too.
Then they moved west, and a few years later I came along my mother was 45 at the time, and my dad 40.
Two of the best parents ever. ::: Raises a glass ::: Here’s to you Mom and Dad I miss you both. :::
I’m the younger of two, and my mother was 30 (and a half) when I was born. She was 28 (and a half) when she had my older brother.
I was 28 (and a half) when I had my first, and a month away from 32 when my second was born.
My mother was 29 when I was born. She had 7 children in 6 years, but one of the sets of twins were born prematurely and died. I was the last child only because she had uterine cancer while she was carrying me and had a hysterectomy when I was born. Of course, I tell my siblings it was because they finally got it right and stopped trying.
StG