In the United States, as of 2015, the average age of first marriages is 28 years old. That makes sense right? Out of college, financially stable, ready to “settle down,” so to speak.
However, that isn’t the case for everyone and it certainly wasn’t the case for me.
Cue: William C. Hill
During my freshman year, we were blessed with William.
Raising a baby while in college was never a part of “the plan” but it has been one of the most rewarding parts of my life.
It certainly wasn’t easy. There were so many nights dragging myself to school after waking up every two hours to a fussy infant. But William was a light in what was sometimes a very dark place. He was a constant reminder that I could never give up, as long as I had him smiling back at me.
So, I continued. I pushed through school and kept working hard.
We decided that if we were going to raise this baby together anyway, we might as well all have the same last name!
Thus, 10 days after his first birthday, I, too, became a Hill.
Marriage itself isn’t easy. There’s a meshing of personalities and a whole new realm of responsibility. There’s financial obligations, and finding a place to live, dealing with cars and work and school.
It’s a lot, but there’s also some peace in having a partner to walk hand-in-hand with you into the fire.
We celebrated 2 years together this fall and it’s been one heck of a wild ride. We celebrated with dinner and ice cream before rushing back to real life.
There’s this constant balancing act that comes with being a full time student, a full time home-maker, a full time care taker, and a still maturing human being.
Some people thought it was crazy, but it’s a very special kind of crazy. The kind of crazy that requires dedication and passion, a desire to stay strong in the face of challenges.
People say that I’m too young, or too immature, but I think I’m a better person because of my little family. I’m stronger, more focused, and more determined than I have ever been.
Motherhood and marriage are not for everyone. And definitely not for everyone while in college, but I think that it’s going to be a beautiful day when I walk across the stage at commencement in December and my beautiful step-son is waiting to meet me.
Every sleepless night, every tear I’ve cried, every moment of doubt will be worth it.
That’s my motivation. That’s what keeps me going.