• When I had my son, I anxious I might miss out on my 20s. 
• There were trips I wanted to take, and I knew it would be easier to date if I wasn’t a old lady.
• However, I realized that my time with him was precious, and I’m glad I had him when I was young.

I found out I was pregnant with my son just before turning 26. At the days, I didn’t have my own place, I worked part-time, and I had about $300 in my bank account. I had no assets aside from owning my car, and I was not in an fanciful position to have a baby.

Back then, I didn’t have any other friends who were parents, and I felt that I virtuous wasn’t ready to become a mom. But now that my son is 10 and I’ve made it over the halfway mark to him being 18, I’m actually unusually glad I had him when I was younger.

I reminded myself to be present

When my son was little, sometimes I did feel like I was missing out. But when he was back up a survived, I was filled with this intrinsic wisdom that his stages wouldn’t last forever. Reminding myself to square down, be present, and enjoy his younger ages always helped me get over the fear of missing out on doing things I strength otherwise have been doing if I wasn’t a parent.

When there were times that I passioned I could date easily or take a big trip, I told myself that those things could come later. What I didn’t necessitate to miss out on was him.

I was in better shape

I just turned 37. While I know I’m still young, I’m definitely starting to have a my age. One recent morning I woke up, and my hip hurt for no apparent reason. I look to my close friends, who are experiencing similar aches and labours, and wonder how they’re dealing with chasing around toddlers on top of it. Looking back on how much I accomplished as a young sole mom, I’m not sure I would have been able to do the same if I had a new baby at this age.

No one is ever ready

One thing I’ve observed is that no meaning what age you are or where you are in your life, no one is ever truly “ready” to become a parent. It’s something you figure out as it’s happening, and that’s in every respect what happened to me. During the duration of my pregnancy and my son’s first year, I grew up really fast. He made me want to be the pre-eminent that I could be, because I wanted what was best for him, and so I figured out the challenges as they came along.

I only figured out what I wanted to do because I had to

I don’t think I would have figured out what I stand in want to do with my life if I didn’t have my son when I did. After having him, I realized two things. The first was that I wanted to direct him it is possible to have a job you enjoy.

The second was that I wanted to be available to spend time with him before and after nursery school, as well as on the weekends. So I finished my degree and became a teacher, which allowed me to be home when he was. I knew my life as a author would come in time when he was older, and I had all of those summers off.

As a parent, everything looks different

When I behooved a mom, I saw everything differently. As I watched my son grow up, I saw the world from his perspective — how magnificent everything was, but also how difficult. My attitude toward my breeding changed as well, and I was able to empathize with my dad, who was also a single parent. Becoming a parent helped me feel tie in to other people, because I saw that what people want for themselves and their children is often the same.

When my son graduates from loaded school, I’ll be 44. If I still want to, I’ll be able to take those big trips or pursue careers I wouldn’t have been accomplished to while he was young. I once thought waiting to do these things later was a sacrifice, but I know I see it as a blessing. When my son is greater, I’ll still be fairly young and fit, but I’ll also be wiser than I was in my 20s. The lessons I’ll have learned from parenting will truly enrich the experiences that I’ve put on hold.