What’s the rush?
Why the urgency?
Just a few years
Ago you were 12,
Riding a bicycle
Pigtails flying
Elbows scraped.
Take a moment to
Be a young woman
Out exploring in
This world alone.
Don’t be hurried
To plunge headlong
Into domesticity.
Your choices won’t
Be easy, my friend
Perhaps they aren’t
Meant to be clear,
But you’ll make it.
You’re strong and
weird and wonderful.
Yesterday I caught myself thinking about my grandchildren and how quickly they’re growing. The oldest two are on the verge of becoming teenagers. I became a little weak in the knees thinking that when I was that age, unbeknownst to me, I was a mere six years away from settling into marriage with Studly.
Six years was the distance between goofy slumber parties with my friends and keeping house for a husband.
My choices weren’t
Clear back then,
Perhaps they never
Were meant to be.
I do love my life,
Even while I wonder
What might’ve been.
Praying for Eyebrowz 
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You did the right thing I guess. My daughter got married at 20 (hence my grey hair). No kitchen skills, no idea of having a man in the house altogether; dating less than 6 months… And she did the right thing! That’s all about how the stars align.
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Yep! I know this, but I sure hope my granddaughters know there are opportunities outside of marriage. Of course I also hope they find a good man. Sigh.
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Sigh. I thought exactly the same. Now i think – whatever makes them happy and content, let it be. I know a woman who married the guy after getting pregnant at 15. Later she had another child, graduated law school, and had a blissful career.
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Indeed.
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