As a young adult I always wanted to have children; to have a husband and a family of my own. I used to savour the moments I spent with my niece and nephew and dream of a time when I would not need to say goodbye to the children as they went home because they would be living with me.
Years passed and a time came when I married someone I love and we had children. I remember the happiness, and nervousness, I felt the first time I brought my baby home: a tiny, dependant being all of my own to love. I began to experience nights of broken sleep; and days centred on this little being. A year later, two small babies controlled my days and nights. As they have grown, their dependence on me has lessened; and have their total reign on the hours of my day.
Has having children fulfilled my expectation? When dreaming of having my own, I did not realise the hard work it would be: the sleepless nights, the worry when the child is hurt or sick; the time taken to help with homework. But these challenges are overshadowed by the joy I feel when my child succeeds; the happiness I feel when I receive those hugs of love. I expected contentment when I had my own children; and when I strip my feelings down to its bareness, that is what I feel. Contentment in experiencing what I yearned for when I was a young adult.
Has an expectation in your life been fulfilled?
(Join me in the Five Minute Friday Challenge hosted by The Gypsy Mama. Participants write for 5 minutes with no editing, no over thinking, and no backtracking. This week’s prompt is: Expectation)