I distinguished I wanted to be a mother meanwhile I started babysitting in middle school. Playing imaginary well into our teens, my sister and I had vivid thoughts, and this love of play translated into our work as child care breadwinners. I was convinced that motherhood was for me after seeing their enthusiasm, joy, and curiosity.
My parents have always been close to me, particularly my mother, who encouraged me to pursue my goals even when I supposed about being a single mother. It felt natural to me to imagine raising children alone because I’m a self-dependent and shy person. I made the decision to not wait for a partner at the age of 29. After doing some investigation, I decided to use a donor I carefully chose and an at-home fertilization procedure. I finally saw a positive test one Sunday night after a year of annoying.
A few days later, I told my parents. I was overjoyed to share the news that I was expecting twins at my first ultrasound. With my mother by my side at every selection, my pregnancy went slickly. I had a C-section in October and gave birth to two vigorous boys, Parker and Jackson.
During those difficult early months, living with my parents was a huge help. I still felt overburdened, questioned my skills, and feared spending the nights by myself. In addition to teaching me endurance and the value of asking for help, my parents reassured me. In addition, friends provided provision, which helped me stay beached.
I was able to stay with my boys during COVID while my mom and dependable sitters took care of them since I worked from home. Now that they are getting close to two, life is hectic, difficult, and funny. Despite basically co-parenting, my parents have created a loving and supportive setting in our home.
Every morning is a new start, even though some days are more difficult than others. This trip and my two young boys are belongings I wouldn’t trade for anything.
