Let me sketch for you a picture of the life I have been dreaming of for the past six or more years. This, to me, is the perfect, ideal life that I wanted for myself.
I always wanted to fall in love and get married young. When J and I started dating, we already knew that our relationship was serious and heading toward marriage. We may have only been 18 and 17, respectively, but neither of us believed in casual dating, and we had strong faith in our friendship and our growing relationship. I was home schooled through tenth grade, and through my home school groups and my church, I knew many large families with young mothers, or women who had been around 20 when they had their first kid. I always thought that these families were beautiful, wonderful, and what I wanted my future family to be like. I feel so much passion about the vocation of parenthood! More than anything I long to have a large family, to home school my children, and to provide them with a wonderful, joyful, childhood full of all the love, security, and Christian values that made me who I am today. I do enjoy my career path. I do love math and teaching. I can become passionate about many things, but I have always longed to be a mother and take care of a family to a much greater extent than I ever desired a professional career.
When I got married at the age of 20, it was my expectation that my first child would be born when I was 21. This did not seem young or early to me at all. It seemed like perfect timing. Maturity has very little to do with age, and J and I both believe that we are ready to be parents. We have friends who are our age who have babies or are starting their families now, and even if it is less common today, my grandmothers had their first children when they were 20! But our eagerness to start a family has nothing to do with when anyone else started or is starting their families. We both want children now because we feel we are ready. We share the dream of a large family, and we want that dream to begin yesterday.
Something that has been hard for me is that while I am longing with everything in me to start the vocation of motherhood, so many of my friends around me are excited about their new careers, and they all assume that I should be too. Am I glad that I went to college? Of course! I think education is incredibly important, and even if I had absolutely no intention of ever working (which is not the case) I would have wanted to study and learn more. A high school education is just not enough for me, and I always wanted to go to college for its own sake. But everyone assumes that now that I'm done with college of course all I want to do is find a job in my field and build my career. I do love my field, and I do think I have talents that I can use there, but it is not what I want for my life right now. I feel like society is asking me to live a lie by pretending that I desire these things.
Now that my dreams of starting a family are not being fulfilled in the way I had hoped, I have been pouring all of my efforts into finding a job. I always planned to work for a few years after college if necessary, and I am okay with doing that. But I never felt the pressure to select all the right positions, make all the right connections, and maximize my career potential in the way that I would have felt compelled to do if I planned to work for my whole life. A whole 14 months have passed since we started trying to start our family, and even though I still hope and believe that we will be successful, I feel that the chance that we may not is growing each month. Now that I recognize that there is a reasonable chance I may not have children, or may not have them for a while, my career takes on a whole new importance and significance.
And so while I grieve and struggle through infertility, I must also pour all of my efforts into preparing for a life I have never desired and do not want. This has made this summer incredibly emotional and stressful for me. For the first time I have started to feel this urgency to be successful after college, because I may not be able to pursue my real dreams. I am very happy that I have the promise of employment when J and I move to our new home in a few weeks. But at the same time, I am worried because this job is not in my field, and I want to ensure that my career is successful. Even while I weight these considerations, the main thought constantly running through my head is I don't care about any of this. I just want a baby! It sure makes it hard to think clearly!
I am thankful that God has kept me sane through the past few months. I am glad that he has blessed me with a job so that I will have something to do. I know that his plans for me are greater than my plans for myself. I know that there is a way that he can use this situation to bring glory to him. I know all the right answers. And knowing that God loves me does help. I cannot imagine how lost and hopeless I would feel without God right now. But that certainly does not mean that this is easy.
I can relate so much. My first and most passionate dream has always been to be a mother. I also want to be a published author, but those two things are not mutually exclusive.
ReplyDeleteI don't really care about career 'success' the way the world defines it. As long as we can pay the rent and eat and have a little extra for recreation or whatever, I consider that successful.
I am currently working very hard on making my second dream a reality, but I still want that first dream more than ever.
Thanks for commenting! It is good to know that I am not alone, and that other women feel this way.
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