Genevieve wanted to be in love, but never planned on being a young mother. Independent, she always wanted to take time to be herself – explore her career, enjoy her fiancé, and toast every single success she had with friends and family as they all embarked on new adventures in their lives.
Genevieve learned she was pregnant on a cool winter morning in late February. She and her fiancé had recently celebrated Valentine’s Day the way they always did—due to their busy work schedules, they would agree to do nothing fancy, and then Vincent always surprised her with something really magnificent.
It was an especially trying time. She was always working nights at the hospital; he was competitively working on his doctorate in medicine. They dreamed of a fantastic future for themselves and those they would bring into this life—just never did it cross Genevieve’s mind that could happen so soon.
But indeed it was. This was going to change everything. She stared infinitely into her phone. She couldn’t hold on to this until later. When she blurted and broke the news to Vincent, he didn’t say anything for a minute. She pensively spun in her brain anxiously waiting for him to say anything—anything at all. Finally, he said, with a jubilant tone, ‘Okay!’
For the first time in a long time, Genevieve felt a calming in her heart. She knew they could take it on. This was just another ambition—another mountain to climb together; another way to show their love for one and other and prove what they could conquer. They agreed to forge ahead, like they always did.
But, in true Vincent fashion, when they came home from a long day, he took her hands in his. “I found a new job.”
What? she thought. Vincent was already a year in to his program. This was his dream.
“We’re not bringing this child into a world of debt. I can always return and finish my doctorate once we have our footing.”
Genevieve was taken off her feet. This man, who had passionately kissed her in front of her friends when she got into nursing school, who had saved every penny against back-breaking student loans to take her to far away places, who had committed his life to her and pledged to build a genuinely happy life they could share, was a man who had put down his dream for her.
“It’s okay,” he said. “I can’t wait to teach our child everything I know.”
She was heartbroken for him, but knew there was no stopping Vincent when he had made up his mind.
Make The Best Out Of Life
Vincent was hit by a drunk driver on the first warm weekend in May. Genevieve was at home, slicing carrots, cucumbers and onions—and four moths pregnant.
Her family came to her side immediately, as the world they had changed in hopes of the future they wanted withered away. She tried to suppress her sadness; she didn’t want her baby to know; she wasn’t ready to tell it yet.
As the days passed, slowly, one-by-one, her family left her side to return to their ongoing lives, while it seemed like Genevieve’s had crashed. The new apartment she and Vincent had made their own, fit for a newborn, was now just an empty reminder.
“This is unfair, Mom…” she said solemnly over the phone. Her mother, who had returned to being her rock, did all she could.
“Baby, come home. You can always come home.”
Even for the strong-hearted and driven Genevieve, this was a welcomed return. Vincent, an only child whose parents had passed away in recent years, had become a collection of possessions left for Genevieve to pack away as she prepared to move home.
Cradling his notebooks over her stomach, Genevieve saw brilliance preserved in his writings about human health—neatly put together with measured letters and data sketches. Very Vincent. His way with words was almost inspirational. She’d read his notes to the little one in her tummy. If it were to grow to be anything like Vincent, it better start learning now.
“Look how smart your father was!” she would say in a playful voice.
She kept a few of his notebooks with her. Something about his passion made her want to be a better mother for this child; a better role model; a better provider.
In her homecoming, her friends, with the best intentions, pushed her to put herself out there and find someone before she had her baby. She just wasn’t ready—and her mother knew, seeing her stay up late with Vincent’s notebooks, studying every last page.
“Now you have a chance, Genevieve,” her mother said to her. “If you want to go back to school and become a doctor—this is your home, and I will be here for you and this baby.”
Genevieve knew her mother was right. Maybe this was her opportunity to take her life to a higher place. She had been broken, but she was still as competitive and driven as ever. She could make sure her dreams weren’t lost, and do the same for Vincent. But most of all — She knew finding someone else was not as important as finding herself.
On a balmy day in late summer, Patrick was born. For the first time in a long time, Genevieve felt a calming in her heart. She knew she could take this on. It was another ambition—another mountain to climb; another way to show her love for her child and prove what she could conquer.
“He looks like you,” her mother said.
“I know,” Genevieve smiled. “I can’t wait to teach him everything I know.”