I have a friend who’s really good at something.
Actually, I have lots of friends who are freakishly talented at one thing or another. David and I float in a variety of accomplished crowds. We know alotof big-dreamers, sky-reachers, place-goers, and world-changers.
We – not so secretly – love living vicariously through them.
But to us, they’re just them.
We recently attended a party for one of these place-goers. Everyone who spoke about her mentioned her incredible talent.
I wasn’t surprised to hear how gifted she was. But the more I heard people refer to that thing, the more I thought, yeah, she’s really great at that, but…
…But to me, she’s just her.
My childhood aspirations didn’t include motherhood.
No, that’s not accurate. My plans included motherhood.
But that was just it. I thought I would do all of these really great things, and tuck my children in there somewhere, like something you check off a to-do list.
Is that such a terrible idea? First-time parents – particularly those career-oriented individuals who’ve waited to start a family – might understand what I mean. Actors bring their children to movie sets. Lawyers spend their lunches at playgrounds. Doctors build offices next to their houses and see their children between patients.
Surely I could manage that, right?