I recently read an article about “Things a Woman Learns by the Time She Turns 25.” Having recently turned 25, I was intrigued to see if I had in fact learned anything new in 25 years of life. A lot of it focused on owning your beauty, and gaining independence, but the one line that caught me was “You’ve learned that your own version of being a 20-something is just right for you.” It caught me by surprise because at 21, when I got engaged, I got the usual responses varying from how young I was, to asking me if I was sure this is what I wanted. When I got married at almost 24, the responses had moved onto our decision to try having children right away. I was still considered too young to everyone, and I was still asked if I was sure children were what we wanted. Anyway, I had decided at that point that maybe my idea of being a 24 year old woman, included being someone’s wife and a mother. Five months later, I was pregnant with our first child, and so begins how I spent my 24th year of life, fighting for the tiny human inside of me. As I enter my 25th year of life, I am still spending it fighting to create life, while at the same time fighting to keep my son’s brief life important.
I am 25 years old, a wife and a mother to one amazing son, who happens to be soaring high in the sky. I am 25 years old and I am desperately trying to conceive another child, one I will hopefully get to strap into the beautiful car seat I bought, but sadly had to put into storage. I am 25 years old, and in my spare time I scour the internet for articles ensuring me that I will not have a repeat of what happened in my last pregnancy.
I am 25 years old, and while being married and a mother at such a young age is not everyone’s cup of tea, it’s mine. It’s my own version of being a 20-something.