I actually had this conversation with my girlfriends from high school recently. All of us are what the media consider overachieving professional women. Our dreams back when we were graduating HS were to go to top universities, then named grad schools, which leads right into big fancy jobs. Husbands and children were near the bottom of the priority list. The six of us pretty much got what we wanted, at 35, we are now globe-trotters, investment bankers, ad execs, scientists, but only 3 of the 6 have children. Only 1 of us has more than 1 child. We all hit that magical "high risk" age of 35.
Although we are proud of what we've achieved professionally, we certainly lament that fact that our priorities were what they were. The 3 that don't have children have the pretty much thrown in the proverbial towel. The 2 that have 1 child each gave birth months before our 35th birthday.
I'm one of the 2 that just gave birth months before my 35th birthday. I had to literally plan it out and execute on it. I didn't want to be 50 and look back and wished I chose a differnt priority list. Now, do I want a 2nd baby? My brain says no, but my heart is wavering. My brain has been winning all the debates my entire life. Maybe, sometimes, the heart should win once in a while.
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