I can understand the desire to have biological children. Since I was 25 I wanted to have a baby. I used to tell my friends if I weren't in a relationship by the time I was 30 I was going to have a baby on my own. When 30 rolled around I wasn't financially prepared to be able to become a stay at home mom and my opinion was and is if I couldn't be home to enjoy the growing years with my child then I did not want to have one yet. I pushed the pinpoint age to 32, knowing that the best and safest time to get pregnant is before 35.
In the middle of this inner turmoil I met a man who was a widower and had three children. His children were still young but they were no longer infants. I became attached to this family and imagined a life with this man, his three kids, and a baby of our own. Unfortunately he did not want to have any more children. I deluded myself into believing he would change his mind when he saw how different life could be in a two parent household. My dream continued vivdly in my head, only he never changed his mind. He was honest right from the beginning but because I'm used to finding ways to make things work out, I figured this would to. How would he be able to deny me of my deepest desire?
Well we are married now, his kids are in their teens, and we do not have a child of our own. For a long time I resented him for not changing his mind about having a baby with me. I felt like I compromised a lot of my dreams for him and that he should want to have a baby with me.
Long story short, I began watching children for a living. It's going on about two years now and I love what I do. The kids I enjoy working with are from 9 months to 3 years and I am rewarded everyday by their love and appreciation.
Looking back I realize how having a baby with my husband would have been a bad idea especially since he did not want to have another child. I still think about what pregnancy and childbirth would have been like, and I feel guilty for not giving my parents grandchildren, but the relationships I have with his kids are priceless. For all intents and purposes I am their mother. They have often commented to me how I have known them practically their whole life, it has been more than half of it.
Though I love his kids as my own and would not trade them for the world, sometimes it's tough when they ask questions about when they were born. They were very little when their mother died and they forget that I was not there. I don't know what happened in the delivery room, I don't know when you took you first steps, I don't know your first words or how funny you were as a toddler. It definately can be emotionally difficult at times but most of the time I realize how much I've given these children and how much they have given me.