First they deceive us with the idea that freezing the ovules is to guarantee a stable and fruitful working life and then, a chosen maternity whenever one wants, without shocks or unpleasant surprises. More and more women fall into this trap and are told that being a mother at fifty is wonderful because you learn from the experience and you can contribute a lot to your baby.

What no one tells you is that this baby is going to go beyond your experience to demand that you lie on the ground to play with him, that you don't sleep what you should or that you eat at the wrong time and jump out of the bush. Fifties is not the new twenties, or yes, but only on magazine covers.

Neither does freezing the ovules guarantee a pregnancy, because the body does not understand working hours, but biological clocks, or if you get pregnant, neither your heart nor your bones will respond as they would have responded at twenty. And if you decide not to wait, the world does not conspire to help you achieve your goal, as self-help books tell us, but on the contrary, it bristles until it becomes a hostile place, much more so for those who live in big cities.

So, grandparents become caregivers, daycare centers - children's storage places for hours, and arrival home - climbing Everest. We have been involved in situations like this, when grandparents should act as such, nurseries should respond to their purpose of teaching by playing to coexist and share with other children, and the night should be the territory of the story, the warm bath and the good nights, and not the nightmare of the washing machine, the next day's food and clothes like a scarecrow on the chair in the bedroom. In small towns and villages, life is easier but not a paradise either. And it may not matter whether or not children are born in this aging country. And it may be that for the economy, the engine of the world, mothers are not productive, and men are preferred, who do not usually get pregnant. But I wonder what will happen when the population pyramid is just a thread at the base and no one works to take care of or maintain pensions over eighty years of age.

That in terms of the economy, because in terms of life, it will be very sad to live in a place where the parks are empty, the schools are closed and the streets do not burst with laughter from children, so little productive, so little profitable , and at the same time, so necessary and so beautiful.