My mom had her three kids early, and we were out of the house by the time she was in her mid-40s. Her freedom inspired me, and I believed the best way to enjoy midlife was to have the children I always wanted earlier rather than later. I met my now ex-husband in college, and we dated all four years of undergrad. My daughter was born in December 1981, when I was 22 — the same year we finished school. Our son was born in 1988, at the same time my husband graduated and was slated to start a surgery residency. I was 28. Our kids’ births coincided with education milestones that were associated with moving to the next stage of life.
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