This is a harsh truth I rarely think about, but one that always lingers in the back of my mind. It comes to mind more often when "pro-life" and "pro-choice" are being bandied about as much as they are in an election year. I was not that girl who always had kids around her. I babysat relatives' kids, but I didn't like it. I didn't like THEM. I did not wish to marry at 18...but I did. Not one of my four children was a "planned" pregnancy. I certainly never entertained the idea of having 3 in less than 4 years....but there I was at barely 22, with three-year-old, a toddler, and a newborn. I knew only diapers and midnight feedings, cracked nipples and endless loads of laundry, and a body that was not my own, for what seemed like years. It definitely was not what I had planned when I was a teenager, daydreaming about being a grown-up.
I did not choose motherhood, but my children will never know that. It chose me...and I don't regret a bit of it.