When I turned thirty-five the last thing on my mind was becoming a mother. I had spent my late teens, twenties, and early thirties so wrapped up in myself; the thought of having the responsibility of a child was submerged somewhere between marriage and home ownership. I was content being a perennial student, keeping a day job, and sabotaging potentially long-term relationships. Then, some time in my thirty-fifth year, an unprecedented urge pierced my thoughts, rattling my body like an alarm clock, only this was purely biological.
I thought there must be other women like me. There were. Single Mothers by Choice (SMC) was founded in 1981.
I pulled the top down to my Jeep Wrangler, wearing my skinny jeans, and drove to my first SMC meeting. I walked into a room of tired-looking moms whose kids were all around the same age. They undoubtedly drove safe cars with secure… Continue reading