Becoming a mother at twenty years old, I never imagined it would be the way it is now.

Let me first and foremost paint a brief background for you-

I am twenty nine years old, married nine years ten months and mother to three beautiful boys.

Growing up I’ve always had the “mother” in me, I’ve always known I’d be a mum one day. Oh and boy did that day come!

I have also always been a little bit of a feminist (my husband can vouch for that). “If boys can do it- so can I” that has always been, and is still very much how my mind works.

When I became a mother there were a lot of things that I just could no longer do.

One of those was that I could no longer “go out”. Not because I couldn’t, but mostly because I wouldn’t. I had a little tiny human who needed me. A little tiny human who, I remember so clearly would get upset when I’d duck out to go to the bathroom, or put him down so I could change.

A year and ten months later, we welcomed Master M. A surprise, but a very pleasant surprise. Two years and a month later, our youngest miracle Master G was born.

When Master A was about six months young I decided to re-enter the workforce. The hardest decision I’ve had to make. Was it upsetting? Yes. Was it hard? Yes. Was it worth it? Definitely.

Through the years of all my little men growing, I experienced different aspects of the workforce and different types of work. I can say that I am now at the point in my “career life” where I know where I want to be, I know what I want to do and that’s all because I “jumped” when I knew I had to. No doubt that I’ll be making choices in the future where I feel like I need to “jump”again to further my career, but for now I can definitely say I’m glad I did.

I’m not saying I did the right thing (there is no wrong or right), all I’m saying is that I did the right thing for me. For my family.

Becoming a mother at twenty and now a mother to three at twenty nine I think it’s awesome. I think I’ve found my magic beans.

If daddy can do it, so can mummy. (and vice versa :))


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