My son is the most spectacular little boy I have ever known. I always knew I would love my children when the day came that God would bless me with kids, but I had no idea that I would love him this much! Consider this my prelude to the rant that shall follow.
I am so tired of getting the vibe off of people that they believe I am too young to be a mother. It seems as though it has become far too common a thought that once you are married, you better wait a few years (well, five at least) to have kids. You know exactly what I’m talking about. You should enter a marriage with a university degree. And if you haven’t already covered this base, for goodness sake, get yourself enrolled! Heaven forbid that you someday be a mother without a bachelor of arts and crafts or whatever else have you. After all, those crafting ideas will come in handy when you ship your child off to daycare. You and your spouse should both work full time while you are footloose and fancy free, as you need to chalk up as much money as you can. Everyone knows you shouldn’t have kids until you can afford them. So while you are studying/working your butt off, you are praying that your birth control doesn’t let you down because this is not a good time for a child, (or praying that your children who are newly married will not conceive because they are just not ready for it), consider this:
My son, Markus Clay Bitner, is not the result of irresponsibilty and lack of thinking. This child is a gift, and he was not a mistake. Clay and I were not disappointed (or shocked) when the second line appeared on that pregnancy test. I am not a failure for not having gone to university, as I never wanted to go to university in the first place. I knew somewhere deep down, my whole life, that I wanted to be a mother who stayed at home with her children, and didn’t see any point in wasting money on “higher learning” while I bided my time for a child to make his appearance. Money may be a little tight in the Bitner household, but money is alwaystight for almost everyone. We’ve made adjustments and are surviving just fine. This child was God’s plan for our family. We allowed the Father to work his plan for our lives into being. And we are loving it.
So when you see me walking down the street, pushing a stroller; when I am walking the foyer at church in attempts to get Markus to stop crying; when you see me looking droopy eyed from getting up in the night to feed my son……
Do me a favour:
Don’t feel sorry for me.