Dress-up
When I was little I loved to play dress up. I would put on my mom’s old dresses from the 70′s. There was one that was a red wine-colored dress with cream lace that was so soft. And then there was the infamous typical bride’s maid dress: peach in every sense of the word and itchy as could possibly be.
But I would wear those dresses and play house. Looking back on that now I’m a little interested to realize that I always pretended I was a mom. The funny thing about that lies in the fact that I’ve grown up in a time where new social norms have formed. Women are encouraged to “break free” from the “bonds” or the kitchen. Leave those kids at day care…and persue your dreams!
But little girls don’t grow up pretending to be CEOs. Or at least I never did. And after years of telling everyone that I wanted to be an entrepreneur, human resources manager, or even a counselor…I’ve realized that all I really want to be when I grow up is a mother.
And the hilarious thing about wanting that is the fact that it’s probably the only thing I can’t make happen in the next five years. I guess we really do always want what we can’t have.
Luckily I still have those two dresses. Except now, they fit perfectly.
