Ever since I was a little girl I wanted to be a mom. I remember my sister and I would spend hours using our imaginations playing “house”, and we would argue about who would play the mom and who would play the child. Being the younger sibling I would typically lose that argument and play the child, but when she let me play the mom I was overjoyed.
As a teenager I envisioned being married by 23 and having my first child soon after. For some reason, this number was always in my head. But after going to college and setting my sights on grad school, marriage seemed like the last thing on my mind when I actually became that age.
It was around that time though that I ventured into a long term relationship. I thought he was going to be the one but when we ended things many years later, I found myself single in my very late 20’s.
I wasn’t sure when the reality of being married and becoming a mother was actually going to happen.