Pam, thanks so much for opening our eyes to this “kind” of childlessness. Whether it’s due to biological issues or circumstantial, the truth is so many of us truly don’t have the fertility we had hoped for a planned for. I hope that your waiting time won’t be too much longer. Love, Rachel
In the world of women who struggle to have children they fall into at least 3 popular categories: infertility, pregnancy loss, and adoption/fostering.
Pam’s Story: When becoming a mother is just out of reach
But there’s another group. I hesitate to shine a line it because I don’t think anyone ever has. No one I know has mentioned it. Google doesn’t seem to be aware of it. And honestly I feel like I stand alone in the category. The only reason I’m writing this is so that someone else who feels alone can know they’re not. I’m talking about the women who struggle to have children because they have no opportunity to even try.
They don’t have a partner or the financial means to attempt single parenthood.
I’ve always known that I wanted children. Even when I’ve gone through times when I’ve wondered where I belong, what my purpose is, I’ve never doubted that I born to be a parent. In the past two years that desire has only grown. I guess the whole biological clock theory is true, because it’s ticking so loud that it keeps me up at night.
If you research single women who want to have a baby, you will find endless blogs/articles all ending in endorsement of insemination, surrogacy, and adoption. Well, that’s great if you have thousands of dollars to attempt those possibilities. Not to mention the cost of raising a child alone. But what are the options if you can’t afford it?
I’m a college-educated millennial who is still waiting for the economy to recover. I’m just thankful I’m able to afford to live alone.
Then there’s the issue of being single. As great as it is, the fact is if you want to start a family with someone, you gotta find them first.
I don’t want anyone to think that I’m ‘baby crazy’, or that this is a self-indulgent rant, or that I’ve unrealistically romanticized the idea of having children. I already have a full and wonderful life. I don’t need another person(s) to complete me. And I’m sure at some point I’ll miss this time in my life. But there are moments . . .
They normally come at baby showers and Mother’s Day. These are times when I feel like the odd one out and I just want to scream, “Hey! I would be a mother too if it were up to me!”
Then there are the moments that sneak up on me. Like shopping for a friend’s baby and being surrounded by precious baby items that I have no use for. It weighs on me to the point where I try to hurry to get out before tears surface. Or the Friday before Mother’s Day and a new coworker says “Happy Mother’s Day” to me in passing. I just have to smile and return the greeting.
I always thought I would start having babies in my mid-late twenties. Waiting until later in life was never something I considered. Recently it dawned on me, I’m 28. The odds of meeting the right person, getting married, and getting pregnant in less than two years is . . . slim.
I don’t want to have a baby just for me. But for my parents before they get too old to enjoy having their grandchild for a day. For my sister who would endlessly love her nephew or niece. For my nephew so he can have a cousin.
So, now that this is out in the open . . . now what? I wait. I faithfully wait. I’m depending on God to have a perfect plan. All I can do is keep my eyes, ears, and heart open as He slowly reveals the plan to me.
Jeremiah 29:11 “For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord. Plans for good, not disaster. Plans to give you a hope and a future.”