Yes, me! My mom was 46 and my dad was 41 when I was born. I was a surprise but was never made to feel like an unwelcome surprise. There is a 22 year age span from oldest to youngest – 5 girls altogether.
The only time I remember having anyone comment to me on their age was in sixth grade. For some reason in language arts class we were talking about ages of siblings. At that time my oldest sister was 33. I got some odd looks and I remember one boy saying, “Thirty-three? My mom’s only 32!” Until then I hadn’t paid any attention to either parent’s age.
I don’t have any communication issues, or problems with other people because of having older parents. My parents were relatively relaxed when I showed up, but didn’t let me get away with anything just because I was the youngest. One good thing that came of it was that my dad was more established in his career and was home more often. I got more of his time than my sisters had ever had.
The hardest thing? Being fairly young when my parents died. I was 30 when my mom died and 38 when my dad died. My husband still has a grandparent left, where as I lost my last one at 21.