I met Dina for lunch in Union Square, and she had little Vida strapped on her chest, where she slept for almost the entire meal. Dina doesn’t let motherhood slow her down: She’ll bring Vida out whether we’re going shopping or having dinner and drinks. I wonder what it’s like to have a tiny, constant companion.
As I look around at all my girlfriends in their late 20s and early 30s, it’s hitting me how our generation of women doesn’t really have any clear-cut rules. My mom's generation tended to follow this path: Go to school. Get married. Have kids. Get divorced.
In this day and age, there’s no magic formula: I have friends who had babies but opted not to get married. I have friends who married really young but opted not to have kids. I have friends who are dedicating their days to climbing the corporate ladder. And none of us are right or wrong—we’re just trying to navigate this life where we’re very lucky to have so many different choices, while trying to figure out which path is the right for one for each of us.