Tuesday, May 6, 2008

Musing

Quarterlifegirl investigates whose dream she's chasing and it really struck a chord with me.

We mature and become independent in stages, and I feel like I've finally started the final stage--realizing that I am not responsible for the dreams my parents had for me. My mother would like me to be married with children, and I'm not--and more than that, I'm not sure I want to be. I think I might like to get married someday, but I don't want a big wedding or really even much of a wedding at all. Right now, I'm pretty sure I don't want children. I like kids all right, but I don't have much interest in raising any of my own. Sometimes I feel bad that for years she's pictured me walking down an aisle in a white dress or handing her my first-born child for the first time, and those things haven't happened and might never. But it's MY life, not hers.

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