I know a handful of women who wanted to be mothers when they grew up.
While I love being a mother now, I didn’t spend my childhood and teenage years dressing up in sweatpants and nursing bras pretending to change diapers. Of course, I also didn’t fantasize about writing marketing emails or making killer sales calls - so there’s that.
No, my career fantasies were much more glamorous. It’s been interesting to revisit these dreams over the last few weeks and remember how badly I wanted to be certain things.
I spent a few years carrying around a sketch pad. I would draw women with no heads, hands or feet, wearing beautiful dresses decorated with colored pencil patterns. I remember being particularly obsessed with full skirts, which would come as no surprise to anyone who took a peek inside my adult closet.
I don’t remember when or why this dream faded, but watching Project Runway now suggests that it might have had something to do with my inability to sew. Apparently real fashion designers have to actually make clothes.
I fell in love with the idea of being a lawyer at a very young age. Being a defense attorney fit my justice complex well. I wanted life to be fair, and I was determined to do my part to make it so. I liked the idea of standing up for someone who had been wronged and making sure that rights were protected.
As an adult, I’m constantly reminding myself that life is not fair. As a mother, I’m constantly saying those exact words to my children. Hello, Irony.
My junior year of high school, I attended a “young leaders” law conference in Washington DC. We did a mock trial centered around constitutional law. Thanks, in large part, to my closing argument, my “side” won. We discovered later that we were arguing a real case - and that in real life the other “side” had won. I was hooked. I fell madly in love with the Consitution and the intricacies of civil rights.
Come to find out, you have to graduate college and go to law school to practice any kind of law. But I bet you can guess the way I vote as an adult. (Insert disclaimer about the political leanings of bloggers not representing the opinions of the Work It Mom owners or staff members.)
It’s funny, now, to think about what we wanted so desperately as children. Youth is so certain.
But while I didn’t grow up to be exactly what I thought, I can still see remenants of those passions in my day to day life.
What did you want to be when you grew up?
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