When I was in my mid and late twenties, if you asked me if I ever wanted kids, my answer would have been…..
No way dude……
Then of course when I turned 32, all of that changed.
I never thought too much about what having a kid later in life would do to my son’s family life. I also didn’t realize what moving across the country would do to me as a mother with no local family support.
Long story short, I’m jealous. And I know that that sounds horrible.
My son will never have cousins his age to play with, take vacations with, have arguments with or look forward to seeing at family get togethers.
My son doesn’t get to see his grandparents (my parents) weekly, take vacations with them, or have sleepovers at their houses.
I don’t have the luxury of being able to just have my mom or dad come over to help out if I have an appointment or if I have to work extra hours.
But I suppose that there are a lot of others like me. I moved to the west coast for a new opportunity. I had my son later in life when I felt more mature (ha ha). I chose not to go back to work full time after I got laid off so that I could take my son to physical therapy and occupational therapy and cognitive therapy and speech therapy (and I didn’t have my family nearby for the moral support that I so desperately needed at that time…..). Geez. Bitter much?
So…. I’m trying to look at things differently, so that the things that I look at will change.
We are healthy. We have a place to live. We have amazing friends here. My husband and I both have jobs. We have food to eat and clothes to wear.
But darnit it’s just so hard sometimes.