2 days after my 27th Birthday, I got on websites looking at information on single-parent adoptions. For the past 6 or so years, I’ve been trying to fit in all the things I’d like to do before I get married. Now I’m starting to reassess all the things I never thought I’d do without a husband: like move across the country or have a couple kids.
I originally thought I was going to get married when I was 21. When that didn’t happen, I was thrilled. Life didn’t have to end in the mere drudgery of marriage.
Since then, family has come to mean more than diapers, sack lunches, and coupons. My desire has increased—almost synonymously—with each passing year.
Today, there are still some things I’d like to do before I get married. Like work for one of the ministries that I love or go to seminary. We’re looking at 3 or 4 years of things. By then I’ll be in my 30s.
Can you still have kids in your 30s? I’m told that you can, but like pretty much everything in life, there is no guarantee. The sole fact that I’m 27, doing things I never thought I’d be doing 6 years ago, proves this point. It is possible, that in 6 more years, I’ll say the exact same thing. As far as guarantees go, it’s pretty much certain I’ll be living a life I can’t imagine right now.
Will I still be single? Will I have adopted some kids? Will I be married with some biological children? Will I have written any books?
Will I be dead?
Life is fleeting. I’m 3 years away from being 30. Yesterday, I was 21 and coming home from Guatemala to big dreams and big plans. Today, I’m getting things ready to move to Mexico for the summer.
Tomorrow, who knows?