I entered motherhood later than most, after 13 years of marriage, and now I’m nurturing a vibrant 5-year-old. My journey to parenthood wasn’t planned; in fact, for years, I actively chose not to have a child. Despite all precautions, life had its own plans and brought me the unexpected gift of motherhood.
The reasons behind my delayed entry into parenthood are complex. A key factor was the fulfilling life my husband and I shared, deeply immersed in our careers and each other. To me, having a child felt synonymous with sacrifice and selflessness – perceptions likely shaped by my cultural upbringing, which often highlights parental sacrifice, and witnessing my parents’ own life-long dedication to family.