As I begin my blogging journey, I've chosen my theme - (da, da, dun, da!) Childless in 2010.
Now, I had dreams for my life. Boy did I ever. Married by 25. Have two children before 30. Be a hot mom in her 40s with teenagers.
So, thus far I was married at 29 and I'm now 33 with no children on the horizon.
The flaws in my first dream are now apparent, and boy am I ever glad I didn't get married at 25. Now when someone gets married at that age I think - wow, they're so YOUNG to be getting married. And same goes for when they have children.
So to allay all concerns/questions/niggling thoughts - yes, Andrew and I do want to have children. We are just waiting for a few reasons. One, we love our life. We eat out, we have date nights, we go on tour, we run ourselves ragged...at least the first part of this sentence must seem appealing to some. But all of this would need to cease should a baby come along. We basically love having the freedom to do what we want, when we want.
There's also the factor of being a starving artist - it doesn't pay the bills. Thus, I have the 'pay for our apartment and extravagant lifestyle' job while Andrew does more gigging than me and is studying to become an accredited graphic designer. He is hoping to finish school this year, then search for a f/t job in this field.
Now, there is no way we're having a baby this year folks, so stop praying, hoping and wishing that I will forget to take my birth control. Ain't gonna happen. It's the one thing I do everyday at the same time, same place. Thus, this will be my year to blog about my times as a happy, childless married lady.
On Saturday I had a fantastic day of reuniting with old friends. I met 7 other ladies who I went to church with when we were youths. Out of the 8 of us, 5 are married, 1 is engaged, 1 is divorced and 1 single, never married. 5 have one child. 1 has 2 children. Only 2 of us are married and childless (and I've been married twice as long!) Thankfully for me, after a brief discussion about not wanting to watch Treehouse on the restaurant tvs (the restaurant was so obliging - since they couldn't change the channel they covered up the tvs for us!), there was little talk of children all afternoon, just a lot of reminiscing and talking about our current mates and stories. Then I moved on to attend my high school best friend's son's 1st birthday (whew). Our other high school friend was there and they both have 1 child. The room was full of children. As a person with no children, take note - 1st birthday parties are not really a scene I feel that welcome at. There's no little person to chase around the room, watch out for, yell at. You know, all the things parents treasure doing at gatherings.
After that day, I thought - would I want this life? And the answer right now is still no. Being a mom would mean I would have to be patient, kind, gentle...and other things that I'm no good at. I need some more time to grow those fruits people.
