From a very young age I told the world that I was not going to be married or be a mother until my late 30s. I was going to go to a good University and then have a good paying job on Wall street and live in NYC. That was my goal, my dream.
My parents married at 17 years old, I believe it was because my mother was pressured and dared into it. Before my mother left Italy with her family for America she started dating my father. When my mother expressed to her parents that she wanted to be with her boyfriend they gave her an ultimatum marry him or move on. She called them on it and married my father after 3 dates and 42 years later they are still happily married. But I noticed that marriage was tough it took work, dedication and when my mother had twin daughters instead of the boy the Doctors told her, she knew that this role as a mother was a serious one and its pay was lousy. I was going to make money and achieve big goals.
I was lucky enough to attend a decent University and worked for some impressive financial firms on Wall Street. Then around the age of 35 I wondered when was I going to meet Mr. Right and be a Mom? Up until now I never worried about it but now that my biological clock was ticking I thought to myself is this it? Will I ever be a Mom?
Two year later I met my husband and a year later I became pregnant with my daughter. I am happy to report that I achieved everything I set my mind to and if I only hang on for a bit longer I could have avoided that doubt and self pity. Because the universe listened and gave me exactly what I asked for.