A vet. A psychologist. A meteorologist. A doctor. A teacher. A writer. Those were all dreams of what I had planned for my life. As a child, I often played the silly game of MASH (Mansion, Apartment, Shack, House). You know, where you list a number of choices for who you will marry, how many children you will have, where you will live, what your job will be, what kind of car you’ll drive. Your entire life decided by a simple counting game.
My choices changed with almost every game. I would list all of my current celebrity crushes -- Leonardo DiCaprio, Justin Timberlake, Taylor from Hanson, even George Clooney for that old “older man” option. I hoped to drive anything from a pink glittery convertible to a silver mini-van. I would live in Paris, or LA, or Savannah, Georgia. I would have anywhere from two to 15 children.
Such a silly game when played at a young and innocent age. What I didn’t realize was that every career I ever listed would eventually come true.
As a mother, I am a teacher. Tying shoes, counting, using a fork and spoon, a small number of things I will teach my children.
As a mother, I am a doctor. Band-aids and kisses for boo-boos, tissues and barf buckets other times.
As a mother, I am a meteorologist. I can look out the window and tell you exactly what the weather will be like and when to wear a coat.
As a mother, I am a vet. To both real animals and of the stuffed species.
As a mother, I am a psychologist. Lending my ears to trivial childhood issues all the way to teenage drama.
As a mother, every dream I ever had for myself is played out daily.
I can’t imagine myself actually living with 11 children in a shack in Paris married to Vin Diesel. But as a mother, I get to be whatever I’m needed to be.
So when you think that motherhood may have ruined your dreams -- look again.
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