What My Miscarriage Taught Me About
I wanted to be a young mother.
Perhaps the desire stemmed from the biological and psychological realm or maybe it was the culture I grew up in.
Whatever the case, I desired to be a mom. A young mom.
Luckily, that became a reality when I had my daughter at 24.
What followed was a steep learning curve…
I learnt how to take care of a tiny human. I also learnt how to keep the said human alive.
In case you haven’t heard, kids are hell-bent on doing the crazy out there. Like running in front of cars or putting stuff in their mouths that belongs in the trash.
I am grateful for every second I grew, thanks to my child. She was my teacher on this journey.
I also lost and regained my identity.
Phew! That was a ride.
I knew I wanted more kids. But not immediately.
I wanted to (somewhat) get the hang of this whole motherhood thing while maintaining my sanity.
Who am I kidding? Does someone ever really * get * the hang of parenting? But no harm in trying, right?
