“Remember that not getting what you want is sometimes a wonderful stroke of luck.”
~ Dalai Lama
Have you ever wanted something so bad that when you didn’t get it, you suffered the most agonizing disappointment, and six months later, it occurs to you that not getting what you wanted was probably the best thing that could have ever happened to you? It has certainly happened to me. In a major way.
Growing up, I formed an opinion that giving birth to children only brought on extreme poverty and heartache. I watched my mother toil endless hours at work and at home, just to barely scrape by throughout my childhood. I witnessed countless acts of apathy directed at my mother via my four siblings, which only brought her disappointment and tears.
Convinced that children equaled emotional death, I didn’t want to have children. None. Zero. Funny thing is, this is exactly opposite of what I got. My two oldest children were miracles (all 3 of my kids are miracles, but the two oldest are special cases) because both were conceived while I was on birth control. Keep in mind, I never missed a single pill. I had an alarm set on my watch (no, we didn’t have fancy smart phones then) that reminded me each month to take my birth control pills, on the exact day I was due to take them. Let me repeat that…I never forgot to take the pill.
Yet here I am, 27 years later (that my oldest son’s age), a mother of three who couldn’t be happier that she didn’t get what she wanted. I feel truly blessed to have them in my life. I thank the pharmaceutical company who manufactured the variety of birth control pill that I took, which ultimately proved itself useless in preventing my pregnancies, for proving to be inadequate in providing this protection. Had it worked, I would have missed out on so much life. So much joy.
Sometimes not getting what you want is exactly what you need.