I see your judgmental glance, I know you think I’m too young to have kids. I see you look me up and down, wondering how old I am. It’s amazing how quickly you judge.
Then, the moment you see my husband, I wish you could see your face.
She’s married? He looks decent.
You don’t hide your shock well.
Why didn’t they wait? It must have been an accident.
In that moment, I wish it was socially acceptable to tell you 3 little words…
They were planned.
I know you’d be confused. You’d stare at me in disbelief.
Why? You’re so young. There’s so much to see and experience before you have kids.
I’m going to let you in on a little secret.
We’ve never regretted it once.
They were planned. And they were planned perfectly.
I know you don’t agree but that’s ok, our timing isn’t about you.
I know you waited, you waited till you had that perfect house, that gorgeous SUV, and that comfy sum in your bank account.
I have the SUV now, I have the gorgeous house, they came with time. But the kids came first.
I wish you could have seen my little beat up Ford and our Chevy pick up truck that had so many miles the odometer stopped working. I wouldn’t change it for the world, there is power in the journey and I’m so glad my kids get to walk it with me.
They were planned but even if they weren’t, why does it matter to you?
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