More Stroller Talk

I think the most terrifying thing I can think of happening if we were to have a baby now as opposed to a few years from now is that certain doors will close and when I look back and see that I made that choice, the option will be gone. Or will it?

I’m pretty sure I explained in an earlier post that someone told me that it’s about putting off a certain path (school and anything else), and not thinking that the path is not possible after I become a mother.

I have learned that I can look past the issue of having a bigger space in that we’ve been searching for a new home for a while now, albeit in some form: looking online, somewhat actively looking (driving by houses), very actively looking (attending open houses), and I know that when the right place comes along on the right tree-lined street in the calm, country suburb or within walking distance to the city, we’ll be better for it. But for now, redoing some of our kitchen with fresh paint and countertops and assessing what projects we want to do next for the new tenants or for the time being, is okay. I can feel good about that.

Bub and I have known each other six years. I’ve come to this comfortable lull of work where my my routine, it exists. Is it the perfect, mind-blowing dream job? No, but I don’t know what that job is, so if I were to search for it, I’m not sure I could. There are so many ways to go when it comes to life. I always talk about opening up that bakery, and just two short years ago I thought I would be planning for law school. Now? i’m thinking MFA’s, freelance, moving to another place, and the list goes on and on.

For others, their 20’s are for them. They want to travel. They feel like babies are aliens and they don’t get it. I don’t get it.

I don’t easily let my dreams die. And whether they come true before or after I have children, they’ll still thrive in my core.

Being a parent is a path to choose and it opens doors and doesn’t necessarily close them. School, tuition bills, opening my own business and the stresses of wondering if it will survive can all exist, so can relocation to another part of the world, but for now, as a 27-year-old woman, what is right? What is selfish? What is next? And what am I waiting for, exaclty? I’m excited to find out.

So to the little boy we met yesterday at Bub’s birthday BBQ (no German chocolate cake was made; more on that later), I could take you home and love you as if you were my own because you loved life more than everyone else there. And we’ll remember your smile when we think about that night and how the future holds so much for the parents that Bub and I hope to be.

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