Moving Fast?

I've always felt like I move faster in life than friends my age, and I'm not saying this to be cocky.

At 21, I completed my diploma, while my friends were still studying theirs.

At 22, I got myself a job at a local advertising agency, while they were pursuing their degrees (no, I don't have a degree).

At 25, I got married to the guy I've been dating since the year 2000, while they were just starting their working lives at big companies, with the likes of Petronas, Celcom, CIMB, Nestle and Media Prima.

Now at 26, I am blessed with a son, while they are either dating, engaged or enjoying single lives. And at 26 also, I gave up working life, while my friends are working their way up the corporate ladder.

Sometimes I feel like a loser, seeing everyone busy with their career lives, earning big bucks and enjoying all the luxuries, while me, just a housewife. I run around in t-shirt and jeans, hair up in a ponytail and face sans make-up, while others, prim and proper in their power suits.

Pardon the sliver!

But, as corny as it may sound, whenever I look at my son's face, when he smiles, how his eyes lit up when he sees me, I realize that all those that I'm missing out aren't nearly as important as he is. I'm happy to be able to be close to him, take care of him and witnessing each of his milestones. There is nothing more satisfying than that. Moving too fast or not, I don't regret any of the decisions I've made.