Thursday, October 11, 2012

What do you want to be when you grow up?

When I was a little, I wanted to be a veterinarian when I grew up. Or a writer (I have always been weird, it isn't a new occurrence). Strangely enough, I now write about animals for a living. It wasn't a path I actively pursued, just a path that found me. I live my "dream job" on a daily basis and I love it. I get to both help save animals all over the world and write--the two things I have always felt I was meant to do. I have too much emotion to be a veterinarian. And too little inner turmoil (some days) to be a full-time writer. The combination of the two was exactly what I needed. 

Funny Family Ecard: When I grow up I want to be a fire-fighting, veterinarian, rocket scientist, movie star, cowboy. Or a mom.

But does my career define me? No. Being a mother does. Is my job who I am? No. My kids are. I would still be who I am if I lost my job. I would cease to be without my kids.

When I was a kid, I never wanted to be a wife or a mother. I was so independent that I thought that marriage and kids would steal my identity. And, in a way, they did. I am no longer who I was. I am stronger, more resilient and am more selfless. I am a better version of me than I ever dreamed of.

I may have lost my spontaneity (nap time waits for no man). I may not do impulsive and dangerous things for fun anymore (unless you count unprotected sex that ends with me getting pregnant). I may not grab life by the balls as much as I used to (unless it messes with my kids, then step the fuck off or I will cut you, Life). But, deep down, I am still the same loud and obnoxious little girl who doesn't mince words or give a crap what the world thinks about her. I am still the me I wanted to be, I am just also the mother I never thought I could be.

So what do I want to be when I grow up now? A good mother. One that my children will look back at and be proud of. One that they will see for who she is, not who she isn't. I want to grow up to be me. Only thinner, of course. Damn you baby weight!

Jobs come and go. Family is forever.



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14 comments:

  1. Wait a minute, you're not the one who writes those Sarah McLachlan dog commercials, are you?!

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    1. The ones that make every pregnant woman on the planet ball her eyes out? No. I wish!

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  2. oh. right. the baby weight thing. that probably should have been more prominent in my dream job. alas, I like eating what I want and I hate exercising. I chase the kids around enough as it is, we'll see what happens when I can't chase grandkids around. :-)

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  3. I loved this!

    Funny how, once you become a mom, nothing else matters anymore. It is truly rewarding.

    As for the baby weight... What can you do, right? Now pass me the cookies...

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  4. Why do I feel so out of place commenting on these posts? Oh that's right, I'm a Dude! I envy anyone who already has their dream job!

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  5. Very well said, and I feel the same way, deep down. And on most days, I think I kick ass at being a mama. That said, I suck at being a housewife. Plus, I still believe it would be crazy fun to be a forensic investigating, DMB following, dancing and acting heiress to a fortune. Is it too late for that?

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  6. You're a friend in my head :) love this post

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  7. HOLY CRAP you mean other women never wanted to get hitched or bear children from their loins?? I always thought that it was just me, considering the horrible looks I used to get when I said that.

    Now, being a wife and mother does define me. A lot. And I am okay with it, I wouldn't have it any other way.

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    1. So how many times have you had to hear, "I thought you said you didn't want any kids." Um...yes. I did. I changed my mind. And fuck you.

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