Everything I thought I’d ever be… The woman I pictured myself turning into. It’s all changing before my eyes.
I wanted to climb the “corporate” ladder so to speak, and be a professional woman. “Lexus before little ones” was my saying. Now, my dreams of an IS250 have been put on hold, indefinitely, until I know which way my life is going… Oh, and until I make enough money.
28 or 29… That was about how old I thought I’d be when I had my first child. Granted I thought I’d be 25 or 26 when I got married. But things changed. I met and married my husband at 18… And I’m pregnant at 23. I’ll be a young mother… But family isn’t the only aspect of my life that’s matured quickly.
I graduated high school a year early, applied and won nearly every broadcast award I entered for in college. Won a record amount of scholarships, and landed jobs many people older than me dreamed of.
I’m not recalling this in a big-headed way, but thinking about the path that I was on. I kept encouraging myself to push on. I am so young, and have so much potential. Imagine what I could do with another 10 years–And I’d only be 33!
I didn’t want to fall into the routine of so many women I knew in college. Not that it was a bad thing, but the “trap”… As I saw it then, was to get married, get hypnotized, and get pregnant. Life after that to me seemed to be all poopie diapers and dedication to another human being… Not having much time to develop one’s own skills.
I see things a little differently now. Becoming a mother has been something I haven’t seen as a burden, but as a gift. But I still wonder what will happen to me.
I always thought one good thing I’d have going for me is the fact that I know who I am as a person, as a woman. I am aware of my likes, dislikes, talents and personality. Motherhood won’t be the only thing I’ve experienced. It won’t define me or…Or will it?
What will happen to me once I hold my child in my arms for the first time? Who, and what will I become?
A few months ago I practically turned down an opportunity that fell in my lap because I knew I wanted to pursue a family. Now I catch myself wondering if I made the right decision.
Will I continue to pass up jobs because my dreams for motherhood come first? Knowing the answer to this question is “yes” right now makes me a little sad. I use to have my goals mapped out, and be ahead of the game. Now I feel like I’m loosing headway.
What’s happening to my ambition? My drive? My urge to be a successful career woman? I feel like everyone expected so much of me… Expected me to go so far. News of my pregnancy is a shock to them. I feel like a hypocrite.
I want to do it all… But I’m not sure how possible it is at my age to get ahead in my career AND be a young mom. I don’t regret my decision, I just wonder where it will take me, and who exactly I’ll become.