Perhaps I’ll Be a Late Bloomer Bride
Monday, January 4th, 2010I’m thankful that today was the day I happened to notice a blog my friend Marijean has featured and mentioned on her own blog no less than three times in the last six months … The Late Bloomer Bride.
I love Christmas, but even more so than car trouble and broken dishwashers … it reminds me of my aloneness. As I’ve said before, I believe things happen for a reason and that there is a reason I’m single and without kids, but I find it hard not to wallow just a little bit around the holidays. So today … the day the holidays are officially over and we unofficially start a fresh year … seems like the perfect day to find a blog that celebrates getting married later in life.
After reading about the LBB and a few of her current posts, I was attracted to the “Why an LBB?” category. LBB shares lots of great tidbits and advice, but I truly love the first post that popped up: An LBB’s Advice in Finding Love: Seek Happiness First, Then A Mate.
In the post, LBB suggests that women need to decide if they really want to be married. I found this very intriguing because I’ve lately begun to wonder if one of the reasons I’m still single is because I don’t really know what I want. This may come as a shock, but I’ve known ever since I was a kid that marriage isn’t necessarily my ultimate goal … despite the large collection of wedding magazines in my basement. Even though I adore looking at the pretty dresses, rings, flowers, favors, etc., I know that just because a couple is married doesn’t always mean they are committed to each other, in love … or even in like.
Another big question is kids … I used to know without a doubt that I wanted kids, but the older I get, the less sure I am. I definitely know having a child alone is not something I want to do … and I certainly would never want to settle in a relationship in order to shush the ticking of my ovaries.
I guess ultimately I want a man to love and who loves me … one who I can take care of and who will take care of me … one who makes me happier than I am alone and that I can make happier than he is alone … for the rest of our lives. I’ll leave the wedding and kids questions to fate, although I certainly wouldn’t turn my nose up at a pretty, princess-cut “commitment” diamond for me and a nice “commitment” band for him.