Round of 👏 for Chrissy.
Here are a few milestones that you really should be commemorating, too.
Are we perpetuating and reinforcing society's ideas around infertility? Are we asking to be visible when at the same time we are invisible to one another?
It astounds me that in a parallel life I could have been a mother to an 18-year-old. I am thankful that I was not forced to be her mother. These days, I am learning compassion, for the naïve young girl I was, for the baby girl who was never born and perhaps even for that tortured man.
No one fits the mold perfectly and sometimes a simple, "Thank you for being true to who you are," is needed, especially when you're surrounded by people who think you are wrong. Even if it does come with a little hatemail and a lot of arguments in the comments section.
Thirty, engaged, house, dog, plans for a baby -- isn't that the dream? Wasn't I living the life most young women are searching for? Maybe not.
Children can't be let out in the yard to play until you get up at 1:30 p.m. on Sunday because you were out late the night before. Dogs can. Cats don't even need to be let out, you can ignore them.
In my 30s, it's no longer a question of when my masterminded plans will pan out -- but whether I actually want the things I penned into my five-year plans, and if so, what I'm willing to give up to get them.
I mean, I know this date is fun, and I'm cute and bubbly, but let's not pretend that we have a future together. I don't need the heartbreak in two years from now when we wake up and you're leaving me because you want to play catch with your future son.