Marry Him!

The first few years of parenting are all about commemorating our children hitting big milestones. We celebrate their first birthdays and our surviving a full year on less sleep! We mark the start of their first day of kindergarten with tons of photos. We make a giant fuss the first time the tooth fairy drops by for a visit.

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A propos six months after my son was born, he and I were meeting on a blanket at the common with a close friend and her daughter. It was a sunny summer weekend, and other parents and their kids picnicked nearby—mothers munching berries after that lounging on the grass, fathers tossing balls with their giddy toddlers. Absolute yet, surveyed the idyllic scene. Although it was also decidedly not the dream. The dream, like that of our mothers and their mothers as of time immemorial, was to fall all the rage love, get married, and live blissfully ever after. And despite growing ahead in an era when the centuries-old mantra to get married young was finally and, it seemed, refreshingly replaced by encouragement to postpone that achievement in pursuit of high ideals education! At their core, they pose individual of the most complicated, painful, after that pervasive dilemmas many single women are forced to grapple with nowadays: Is it better to be alone, before to settle? My advice is this: Settle!