Well now ... didn't that just set me back on my heels! I couldn't remember ever wanting to be anything when I was growing up. And then the worry immediately set in ... why didn't I have dreams of becoming something? Was life so tenuous at that time that I never gave thought to it because I didn't think I'd live that long? Well, of course the "duck and cover" drills in the 50's from the atomic bomb threats didn't instill any hopes in our fragile little souls ... but surely it couldn't have been that hopeless, could it?
So I called my sister (who's TWO years old than me *snicker*) ... did she have any memories of what I wanted to be? No ... not that she could recall. In fact, she couldn't recall any of us girls ever being asked the question! Oh - of course! That was before women were liberated ... way before ... so that explains it!! We didn't get asked because it was a given -- we would become wives and mommies. O.o
Hmmm ... ok ... so when did I actually think of "becoming something else"? It must have been when I was sophomore or junior year in high school and speaking with the school counselor about college preparatory courses. Yes, that was it! I had to have been 15 or 16 then as I started college at 17. I'd had my first psych courses in 9th grand and I was determined to major in Child Psychology with a double major in Spanish so that I could work with multicultural children.
Grand ambitions I had then. Ambitions that quickly went by the way side when my first baby arrived ... and I never ever regretted a moments loss for that other ambition ... I was quite happy to be a Mommy! :-)
So this page is dedicated to the grand-wannabe who never was ... and I thank God for every single one of my three children who've given me five grandchildren so far!
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