The old adage is that we all want to be older when we are growing up and younger once we get there.
For most of my life, it wasn’t that I wanted to be older, it was wanting to get to a place in my life that I had dreamt of since I was 12. From the moment my parents brought my sister home from the hospital I knew I wanted to be a parent.
I am the oldest of four. I have a brother 2.5 years younger and my sister is nearly 12 years younger. I also have another brother who is nearly 17 years younger than I am.
Meeting a woman to spend my life with and having kids and raising them together is something I dreamt about over 20 years. I had to short relationships until I met the mother of my children when I was 33.
We dated for two years before marrying. I was able to slow down the process of having children. She wanted to start right away, I wanted to settle into our marriage. We had our first son nearly 2.5 years into our marriage and almost five years exactly after our first date.
She really wanted to start on number two about a year after our first. Our second child nearly was born nearly 3.5 years after our first. We then had the shock of our lives when we got pregnant less than three months after our second was born.
In retrospect I was I could freeze those years. We never really got to be a family. We had many obstacles. Through it all, I have learned to enjoy the time we are in as much as possible and not rush to the next stage of life. It’s made me focus on what is happening now. That can and has been both a curse and a blessing.