Welcome, friends, to the first installment of a weekly feature I’m starting called “When We Were Little” Wednesday. I’m excited about this, and I hope you will be, too!
The idea for this feature was conceived the other night as Scott and I were driving home from our weekly date night. (Thank you to Leah’s grandparents for making this possible for us!) The conversation did what conversations often do, meandering about a bit, an finally landed on a subject that stuck for awhile. For the majority of the drive home, Scott and I talked about “when we were little,” including our misconceptions, beliefs, fears, and dreams. It was a fun conversation, and the idea came to me that others might enjoy reminiscing this way. Thus, “When We Were Little” Wednesday was born.
My thought is this: As I am watching my daughter grow up, I am realizing how precious her childhood memories will be as she develops into a little girl and, eventually, a woman. I cherish every memory from my childhood and teen years – joyful, painful, and in between – because I know that without those memories, I would not be the woman I am today. For this feature on my blog, I will share a memory from my childhood, and will reflect on it however I can. I invite anyone who is interested to take part! I'm still looking into a Mr. Linky-type gadget to use, but until I do, just write a post on this subject with a link back to me. Leave me a comment so I can read what you wrote! (If you'd rather, you can just leave a comment with your "when I was little..." story.)
me, circa 1988, I think.
Today, I remember my dreams for what I wanted to be when I grew up. I went through many, many phases as a little girl and teenager (and – let’s face it – college student and young adult), and each phase pointed me in a different direction for my occupational future. At different times, I wanted to be a teacher, singer, psychiatrist, journalist, author, meteorologist, and tornado chaser. (Yes, you read that right. My mom and I were going to team up and chase tornadoes.) As strong as those dreams were at times, though, I don’t think I ever envisioned myself doing any of those things as vividly as I envisioned myself doing one thing: being a mom. I always took it for granted, I think, that I would grow up, get married, and have children. God planted that dream in my heart from a very early age, and regardless of any other dream I might have held over time, I dreamed – above all – of being a wife and mom. I am very blessed that today I am, in a very real sense, living my dream. It is more than I ever dreamed it would be.
Tell us about when you were little!
2 of your thoughts:
I dreamed of being a professional figure skater mostly I also dreamed of being a singer, gymnast, and artist... but the figure skater dream stuck around for the longest time. I even FINALLY convinced my very strapped for $ parents to buy me lessons in the 7th grade and to this day I still remember my back cross overs and some other things the names of which I can't remember. I bought a leotard, a skirt, special tights, and everything.
But same as you, I always knew I'd be a mom. Always. Dreamed of it every time my mom had a new little sibling for me. I can't believe that I'M the one whose about to go into the hospital and birth this precious little one! I always got to look at them through the glass. I remember vividly that room FULL of babies and finding the one that said, "Aldrich" on the usually pink tag attached to the clear cribs. I remember when one of them was born I was so determined to visit her in the hospital--Janet I think it was--that I pretended I wasn't sick and supressed awful coughs the whole time because there was nothing more special than holding a new sibling in the hospital.
BTW--your picture is SOOOO cute!!!
I can see you ice skating. We southerners didn't usually even fathom that kind of thing. Storm chasing is more our thing.
I don't know if the picture is cute or not, but it makes me laugh and realize that wow - my ears were really big. Never knew that.
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