Thus began motherhood--full of right choices with mixed results. I've been thinking about my master's degree. I've been wondering about my writing skills...about redesigning my room, about dishes, about money, about kindergarten, about play dates and swim lessons and quality time....I've been wondering about painting and personal space, about dream and dreams exploding.... and I notice that I limit myself. Yesterday, I saw a woman on a motorcycle. I mean a motorcycle. I mean old Harley fat rider kind of motor. She had her young daughter on the back and I was both impressed and apauled at the same time. SAFETY FIRST. NUMBER OF MOTOR CYCLE ACCIDENTS! WARNING! SUDDEN DEATH OF FIRST BORN....I being safe, quickly decided then and there that I, the royal I, would never do that. You can't do that with kids.
But then I wondered and thought and remembered my adoration. and then this: How productive, how offensive to their little souls is it to hear that you believe you can accomplish nothing with them? As youth and self obsessed as our country is, (and let's face the honest truth, as I am) I have to remind myself there is still time for firsts. New beginnings didn't end with childbirth. I could still be punk rock. I could still get that degree. I could still explore. I can still be me. So blow out the candle, make a wish and dream. HERE'S TO FIRSTS!
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thank you!
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