Friend: But, you’re so young!
Me: I’m 30.
Friend: Yeah, but women are having babies in their forties nowadays.
Me: I don’t want to have my first child when I’m forty. I’m ready to start a family now.
This was not an atypical reaction to the announcement that I was making preparations to have a child. The general consensus seemed to be that I’d given up on ever finding love. Who gives up on finding love?
I haven’t given up on love. I love LOVE! I’ve loved hard, people! I’ve loved fast; I’ve loved loose; I’ve loved deep. I get it, trust me, I do! But I’m only 30; I have a good 60 years to find the kind of love that I desire and deserve; why do you think I’m still single (don’t answer that mom)? All of this is to say that I’m confident that marriage is in my future, but I don’t think that my dreams of starting a family should be dependent on my marriage timeline. What if I don’t get married until I’m 50?
It’s really very simple. I have a great life. I have a wonderful job. I have an amazing group of friends and an incredibly supportive family. I’m healthy and financially secure. I’m a 30-year old woman who has reached the point in her life where I’m ready to start a family. How is that not a beautiful, amazing and wonderful thing? Who wouldn’t want to jump aboard my baby train and fuel me full speed ahead while blowing that train whistle all the way to my final destination?
In my case, it seems that first comes baby. I’ll take a little bundle of joy to have and to hold. For now, that’s just what feels right for me…and at the end of the day that’s the only opinion that matters.