I've never liked stereotypes. When I was a little girl, I didn't like playing with dolls, and hated it when people assumed I did. I also hated it if people assumed that boys were better than girls, stronger than girls, and I well remember my confused indignation when my mother told me that girls had to sit with their knees together!
Ironically, it has been infertility - a non-sterotypical condition - where I have fitted many of the stereotypes. I was a late starter to the conception business, and discovered that late actually meant too late. I discovered too that a biological clock - whether it is biological, or social, or simply a stereotype we conform to - is real. And it ticks, loudly. In my case at times, deafeningly. My emotions over infertility and pregnancy loss fitted many stereotypes and cliches - but perhaps some of these are stereotypes and cliches because they're true. And yes, time really does heal.
So now I find myself filling another stereotype. That of the childless couple, travelling the world. I know this stereotype can create uncomfortable expectations on others, who don't wish to do this, and I'm sorry if I'm contributing to that. But I know that since I was a small girl, just learning to read, I have wanted to travel. The fact that I have been able to do so, both for work and pleasure, and now in glorious unemployment, makes me very lucky. If that's a stereotype, then I'm prepared to own it!