You know, my parents had me as teenagers so when I was 20, my parents were in their 30s. This might sound great because they’re still young, fun, and are going to be around a long time...

But...

I never had a mentor growing up. I was constantly asking my teacher’s and my friend’s parents for advice growing up because my parents were still trying to “find themselves.” My parents made fun of me for not going to high school parties and being a “nerd.” I also got told pretty frequently about how I really put a damper on my parents’ life plans.

My best friend’s Dad was mid 50s when we were in 9th grade and I loved him. He was so chill, we talked a lot about music, and he helped me with college applications (because my parents didn’t understand how college worked).

My friends Dad unfortunately got MS and passed away when my friend was 26, but man. He was fantastic. I miss him and he wasn’t even my Dad.

Moral of the story: I don’t think age means shit when it comes to parenting. I think when you have a basic understanding of how to be an adult, really want kids, and have a good relationship is the most important.

I’m glad my friends Dad didn’t listen to naysayers like you and had my friend.

OP you have that second baby and just be good parents!