As I celebrate the beginning of my 30’s, I can’t help but look back on my 20’s. I was shocked at how much actually happened in the last ten years; it has me excited about what might be in store for the next ten. Hopefully, I won’t bore you with all my memories – if I do, too bad!
In my 20’s…
I got married, bought a house, lost three babies to miscarriage, gave birth to three living babies, had surgery nine times (yeah… more on that another time).
I worked for a newspaper, a toy store, an office supply store, and a church.
I became an aunt, lost two grandparents, left a church, started attending a new church, lost friends, made new friends.
I got my first laptop, got my first and second iPhone (I got the second one yesterday, I was still 29!), and supported my husband as he worked to get his master’s degree.
I thought I would die for wanting children, I said goodbye to babies I never got to hold, I grew angry with God for punishing me by taking away my babies, I learned that God loved me with a tenderness that I didn’t realize could even exist.
I was told that Ethan might not live and that his only chance for survival might be emergency surgery while I was still pregnant, I watched as Ethan grew and the pulmonary sequestration didn’t, I held my son for the first time – wishing never to let him go, I laughed when they gave him a sedative before his CT-scan because it made him giggle, I watched as they carried him off to surgery in that adorable hospital gown, I wept as he moaned pitifully after waking from the anesthesia, I held him as he tried to sleep tangled in wires and tubes and IVs, I rejoiced when that ordeal was finally over.
I was shocked to see two babies on the ultrasound screen, I carried twins in my belly until I thought I’d explode, I gave birth to and nursed the most beautiful girls God ever created, I slept less and cried more than I ever had in my whole life.
Thanks to the Internet, I made my first purchase and sale on eBay and Craigslist, made my first friends in Australia, New Zealand and China, I found support for the most difficult times in my life, I joined Facebook against my better judgment.
I went whitewater rafting and zip-lining, I tried new foods, went snorkeling, totaled a car, saw the Grand Canyon and Zion National Park, I saw Las Vegas and flew home on 9/11, I cried when I saw the Towers fall yet praised God that it was not our plane that flew into them.
In the past ten years, I’ve grown from a kid who thought she knew everything into a woman who’s quite certain she has a lot to learn. I think these past ten years and my future are summed up quite nicely in a verse from my favorite hymn:
Through many dangers, toils and snares,
I have already come.
‘Tis grace that hath brought me safe thus far,
And grace will lead me home.