When I turned 20, I was in my second year of university. I worked my one and only co-op term at a nearby agricultural college, studied through the summer, got engaged in July, and spent a few weeks in Australia before heading to France for the school year. I felt like in some ways, my life hadn't started yet. I had wanted to be a teacher since I was ten, and I'd wanted to be a mom for as long as I could remember. That year abroad was one of the best decisions I made: I had the opportunity to study and travel in ways that I'd never be able to do again (or at least for the foreseeable future!). At the same time, particularly around exam time, I wondered how relevant my learning would be, years down the line. I really wanted to be a wife and mother, and did I really need to read Balzac and learn about the Vichy regime in order to do that? I had a vague plan in mind that I wanted to graduate, get married, teach for a couple of years, and then have kids.
At 30, I feel like my life is well underway. I have been done with my own academic schooling for awhile now: I graduated from university six years ago, and took my final AQ course five years ago. I'm getting to see a different side of the school system now, as a parent of a kindergartener, and as the wife of a continuing ed student. I still learn and teach in a couple of different capacities: in raising my kids as a stay-at-home mom, and in leading at our church's women's Bible study.
I ended up marrying my best friend earlier than I thought I would, two years before finishing school. It was neat to have him as my first housemate, having only had roommates (albeit awesome ones, Mandy and Hailey!) in first year residence. We had all kinds of adventures in moving and living odd places, like the top floor of a house in Hamilton, accessible by rickety outdoor stairs! We worked with the youth group at our church, and joined a young marrieds' small group just a few weeks after our wedding. The friendships we forged there are still going strong today. It was bittersweet when we moved six hours away, back to my hometown. But that had been the longstanding plan, and I got a job weeks after graduation, which is pretty much unheard of in teaching today! I taught for two years before going on an extended mat leave, and just this year I officially resigned. I have nothing but respect for women who can have a family and work either full-time or part-time outside the home; for me, motherhood trumped the working world. Or the paid working world, anyway.
As I rounded out this year, I lost my two dear grandmothers, within just days of each other. I am so thankful to have been able to spend time with them, and I am also thankful that Hubby's grandmother is still here, even if she's halfway around the globe. Just weeks after Gams and GG departed this earth, I learned that a new life would be arriving this July, Lord willing. I had a vague notion of wanting to wrap up my childbearing years around age 30, and even with all the challenges surrounding M, I didn't have a sense that our family was complete. We'll see what happens as this year progresses. I have heard nothing but good things about being in one's thirties, and I look forward to growing and changing in this next decade. For now, 30 finds me where I want to be.
|30 is definitely better with people like these in your life!|
|I think I can still wear these pants at my age, right? Maybe the side braid will have to go... ;)|