In the coming weeks, my boyfriend and I will celebrate our 4th anniversary. Four years of dating, years filled with experiences and excitement, joys and disappointments, ups and downs, but mainly – love.
I am not here to give advice about couplehood. Many will probably disregard what I have to say and think that "she's only 21, what possibly does she know." So, I am here to write about me, my fantasies.
Relax, boys, I don't mean that kind of fantasies, but a very natural desire. A dream that will be fulfilled in a couple of years. It's just that sometimes; I am tired of waiting – marriage and children.
You are right; I still have plenty of time. My life's is ahead of me. I will achieve many things including having a family. Don't think that being a housewife is my heart most desire. I actually want a career, success and money, I want to do meaningful things with my life and be a strong woman. Yet, first and foremost, I have this yearning, this craving, to be there: under the chupa (wedding canopy) with my love, exchange rings, see all of the people who are important to me look at us with excitement. I want to lie in the maternity ward holding in my arms a newborn baby, as my husband watches us with tears in his eyes. Be a career woman who has plenty of time for her kids, who comes home in the afternoon, to hug and kiss them, ask how their day was and help them with their homework. I want that, I yearn for that.
Of course I'll say yes.
I have time, I know it. I don't want it to happen today, now, I know 21 (and a half) is not the ideal age to get married, not to mention have kids. I just want to be there already, at 26, with a degree in communication and the beginning of what looks like a promising career. I want my boyfriend, who'll be 29 by then, will kneel down and ask me if I want to marry him. Of course I'll say yes and be emotional. At that point it will no longer be a fantasy, it'll be real, we'll decide on a date.
Many people make fun of me when I talk about it. They say I'm childish, that I'm day dreaming. That I'm like an eight year old dressing her Barbie in a wedding dress and asking her mother to buy her baby-Barbies. I don't think I'm childish, nor do I think I'm mature. It's all about a biological clock that started ticking earlier than usual and a shared wish of the both of us to be in that committed, serious place.
I hope it'll all come true. I hope we'll be wonderful parents, that we'll be happy, that we'll stay together through thick and thin.
But I guess will have to wait 5 more years.